Dawn’s Early


One looked in my direction.
Most of us fled.
reached a clearing and
blacked out in and out.
Tall grasses green
wake up to harness on me.
they move me , tie me up.
Am i the dog now
the sheep or pawn am i.
maybe I'll wait til dawn
when I'm gnawing, when im done.
I will be gone
and back for my friends
then and only then
is the end.

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