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Created on: October 08, 2008
A RABBITS LIFE ON A FARM
Your mind tells you that you need to go seek warmth,
But there is no warm place to go,
I am just stuck, vulnerable in this wire cage,
There is no box able to keep an adequate amount of body heat in, and there is no heat source to warm me,
My coat is not thick like a wild rabbit,
It is far from it,
I just sit hunched up, constantly, my muscles are tensed up so much that they get sore and tired,
I can lay with my legs under me to try to keep them warm, but all there is is open wire underneath me,
There are 11 whole hours of the night's miserable cold to endure,
And 13 hours of day that is not as extreme, but still cold, to endure the whole next day,
And the process repeats,
And each miserable hour turns into days which turns into months, like this,
I just want some relief for my body,
Sometimes I just want to escape my body,
I am tired of life,
I am just tired,
Cause it's hard to sleep when you feel so cold and vulnerable,
And I cannot sleep away my boring days to try to make them go by faster.
For a person to just walk outside for a few minutes to feed me, they aren't truly feeling what the weather is like,
But if they were to stand out here for an hour or two, they'd feel what the weather does to your body, and they would understand to an extent.
I wish someone would take me in their arms, love me and take me into a warm place to stay with them, and make me feel like a have a family,
Make me feel alive again,
Like my life is worth living,
And I can run and be happy,
How amazing that would be.
2005 Molly Nicole
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