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May 2021
they loved sundays
a time for family
good food
weekend stories
and hunting

there was a cottontail
adored by the wolves
they caressed her
and gave her a loving home
where she could run free and roam

it wasn't a problem, she thought
it was a simple banter in the wild
simple words said in the woods
but i tell you it would do no good

she was young and naive
raised to respect
but they were old and wise
which she did not expect

when she was lost in the woods
the little cottontail did not know
that they were wolves
a predator in the wild
and she was their helpless little prey
begging them to go away
- when you meet a pack of wolves, run, you little prey!
athena
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athena  20/F/kingdom under the sea
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