One Who Runs©
They walk softly in the snow,
Needing a place to go.
Their paws one by one leave tracks,
Knowing the hunters will be back.
They travel at night,
With nothing in sight.
Laying down under a tree,
How safe will they be.
Hearing a sound,
They all bound.
Running across the snow,
Needing a place to go.
Their paws one by one leave tracks,
The hunters are coming back.
3-20-04
Always,
© Journey Won
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