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Comments about Helen Offtroy
The hare has lived there centuries,
His bloodline far behind him,
But when the settlers came and took his land,
Fleeing; lithe and suble,
Leaping, twisting, darting, running,
Crack...his agile body, mid-leap, crummples,
and his bright eyes dim.
Human eyes dont see such things,
They see the damage to thier crops and land,
But they do not see those bright eyes dim.
Horses racing; doing what humans have bred them to do,
Running, jumping, running, jumping,
Sweat pours down her side in sheets of gloss.
Then she's flying, ...