10/18/97
Looking at the barren wastelands
Where scraggly bushes grow,
You wonder what walked in this sand
A thousand years ago.
It's quiet
The wind blows,
Why is it silent?
No one knows.
All of a sudden the silence is broken
Birds fly into the air,
A wolf runs out of the forest
Chasing a frightened hare.
The wolf catches the hare
Shakes it violently in it's mouth,
You hear the hare's neck snap
An eyeball flies to the south.
As the wolf chows down on it's kill
The birds nest again,
Then the wolf stalks off
Leaving only a bloody skin.
~ Inspiered by Tanya's farm.
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