Iris Tennent

(Earby, Lancashire, UK)

Survival

Fly high bird, fly high
away from man's lead death.
Your feathers scorched from bullets,
as you gasp your last breath. Run fox run,
your freedom depends on your speed,
as the hunters close in, they do not care how you bleed. Burrow, rabbit, burrow
dig as deep as you can.
The small beady eyes
and ferrets teeth,

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