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
May 20, 2021
May 20, 2021 at 7:06 PM UTC
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!
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