Notice of absence from ScottyWild
From 5pm to 12am i work. Sorry.
From 5pm to 12am i work. Sorry.
The trees cry out as the damage machines chop at their bark.
Sap comes out and stab wounds dont heal,
Its amazing how the damage machines dont feel.
A lonely fox in the night, finding something to bite, the fox's
stomach is tight as it runs for its life as a monster emerges out
of its wooden cave and aims to kill it with a single shot of a
mighty lightening rod.
Scared and bewildered a deer may be when its once grazing
then turning to flee.
A long sharp stab in the back of its leg and down, down, down,
goes the lifeless creature, the light pouring out in fearless sight,
as the monster turns and drags the deer into the darkness and
out of sight.
- Author: ScottyWild ( Offline)
- Published: June 24th, 2017 19:01
- Comment from author about the poem: Humans can be cruel, taking and never giving back im not a vegitarian but its sad.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 36
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