To go to die
Was what I was told.
To run or to hide,
One of which was bold.
But deep in the night,
I tossed and I rolled.

The war was just right,
Inside and outside
My body, of height
And it spanned so wide.
I found it was they,
Of me they would chide.

Somehow I was prey
Predators would stalk,
Wait ‘til dusk is day,
Build a fort of rock,
Watch me ‘til I got
Far away by walk.

Then I heard the shot
And my eyes went blind.
Oh, my cheek was hot
On the floor. I find
That this is the end
Of all of my kind.