Blood drank dry, split like the carcass of a hare
The hunter takes their prize
We’re all rabbits running scared
From the clever fox, called “Life”
thInkStains
Poet of twenty two years – Site online since 2013
Blood drank dry, split like the carcass of a hare
The hunter takes their prize
We’re all rabbits running scared
From the clever fox, called “Life”
thInkStains 