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They Ran
Folder:
2003
They ran, they ran, they ran,
Silver fur gleaming in the soft moonlight,
Paws stretching, tearing up the distance, with safety in sight,
Fluid, graceful wolf-shadows, weaving through the trees.
Then... BANG...
A single gunshot echoed through the swaying, hostile forest.
A desperate scream, a pleading yelp, echoed through the howling, weeping trees,
He faltered, he tripped, he fell,
He died.
Footsteps peetering, hesitating, safety in sight,
She turned, she paused, she waited for her mate to rise.
One paw raised, ready to bolt, ready to run to his aid,
Should he rise again.
A shout, pursuers approached, drew near, and saw.
Exultant, they closed on their prize.
She decided, she bolted, she mourned,
An anguished howl rang through the swaying, hostile forest,
Echoing amongst the leaves and trunks of the swaying, weeping, trees.
she ran, she ran, she ran.
