From A Field Plenty And Wide | LHD Poetry

Twas the love call that befell my floppy ears

From a field plenty and wide

How would I go about my short years

Without a friend by my side?


Racing through the blinding grass

I wish for a happy life with you

Since loneliness is a great mass

Which I know to be true


I find myself clasped by a metal trap

Blood runs through my fur

And I hear my little back snap

As the world around me starts to blur


I see you hover high above me

Carrying a whistle and a knife

You mean to skin and eat me

And take away my delicate life

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