Death On The Prairies - Poem by Melvina Germain
Running along the desolate highway.
Tiny feet carrying them faster and faster.
Eyes bulging, while forging ahead,
never looking back.
The prairie dogs know there under attack.
Armed in jeeps with daddy’s present.
Rifle in hand, prepared for adventure.
Shot fired; pierced through the air.
Tail for a penny to be had here.
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