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His hair is like a Topaz, Orangey with cream,
He cries when he's in danger with his loud, abnormal scream,
He's a huntsman of the smallest prey, sometimes he'll eat some veg,
His ears are high and pointy, on either side of his head,
Some would call him a juggalo with kinship females side by side,
They stick together through thick and thin, their youngsters are their pride,
He builds a home for his family, joint parenting feeds the mouths,
Oh he and his whole family, not a lot would he turn down,
He rarely likes to move unless he's on the prowl,
From his home that he resides daily, next to the tree with the cooing owl,
His territory marked with urine, his larder then is kept,
He takes pride in his appearance, you won't be seeing him unkempt,
You can read him from his posture,
His communication isn't great,
Although you'll certainly know he's around if trespassers jump the gate,
A peaceful dude with moral fibre, family orientated, relaxed,
You wouldn't expect someone of his nature lives in constant fear of being attacked,
He's targeted by men and women of a very subordinate kind,
Cannibalistic behaviour games is what is predominantly feeds their minds,
They attack from on high with stiff upper lips, it's amazing how they can smile,
When he gets a sense of the group attack he and his family are chased for miles,
Quickly rounding up his young who he leads to a safer place,
Before you know it he's on the run again, attempting to keep them safe,
Hot on his heels are the teeth of a giant, grouped considerably bigger than him,
To be diplomatic these weapons in use are hungered and angrily driven,
Behind the front line his fate worsens with the sound of hooves and whips,
Guns withheld as a last resort if the pressure doesn't make him trip,
His heart in his mouth, literally, this is truthfully not a metaphor,
His heart actually explodes, toothed weapons submerge, if saboteurs don't get there before,
When caught the savages of the gang attack and skin his body alive,
The gang walks away, heads held high, returning home with pride.
"Where's daddy gone?" The younger's call as the moon begins to rise,
"He's not coming back, he was taken away, trying to save our lives"
"How will we know if we are safe
Mummy? I miss daddy, is he hurting?"
"I'm sure he's ok, you'll see him again someday, but our future my babe isn't certain!"
"See we must always be careful, keep your eyes and your senses open, learn to run as fast as you can, -
You and I will never be safe my child, not during the existence of man".
