I FEEL ABOUT YOU AS THE
OAKS FEEL SQUIRRELS YOU
SHAKE ME MOMENTARY
NOTING YOU DO CAN END
MY GROWTH THE LOSS OF
LIMBS TIPS TWINGS IS NOT
FATAL. THERE ARE THOSE
WHO LIVE CLOSER TO MY
CARE THEY ARE STRONG
YOU ARE TOO WEAK TO BE
TRUSTED THE WEAK ATTACK
RANDOMLY OVERREACT
LIVE IN CONSTANT DEFENSE
OF IMAGARY BLOWS
YOU SHOULD HIBERNATE
THIS WINTER TRY TO FIND A DEN BECARFUL YOUR
FUR IS DULL YOUR EYES
REDDENING YOU MAY
SOON STARVE IF YOU
DON'T SLEEP I SHOULD KNOW I STILL SOMETIMES
LET GREY FOR COVER MY
BARK I STILL DREAM OF HIDING THANK GOD I
HAVE VISEN TOO TALL
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