TOTD: Survival

.. of the fittest, so they say. The strong and true. They know they can. They will. Walking away with a new found strength and will to want to be more than what they went in with.

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,
you cannot hide from man. Swim, whale, swim
away from the sharp harpoon,
no peace for you
until the water is stained red
instead of blue. They call it sport,
but to an animal, or bird
trying to survive.
Life is hard enough, just to live.

Iris Tennent
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Library Tech grad who is currently working on a BA in Political Science and filling all her time with books.
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