forest dog

The forest dog


A dog lived in the forest

I think it was a she

It avoided contact with people

The forest was full of rabbits.

I sat on a stone in the glade

For a long time it ignored me,

But one day it came near

I fed him a sandwich, later on

It let me pick ticks of its fur

Before backing into the bushes.

On my walks, I often sat on the stone

Sometimes the dog came and sat

Beside me for a while.

When the hunters came it disappeared

And stayed away for weeks.

One day I found the dog near the stone

In the glade, it had been killed.

Humanity is an ugly beast slay for

Pleasure and not for food

◄ the blue

the death of love ►


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