in pouring rain
the killer will wander the wet riverbank
in sneaker tracks
to lead him back to the folks he’d chased away
as foxes dodge his soles
and root through rabbit holes
underneath as nesting dolls
the tender flesh to carry home
a trail of blood
crimson and warm spattered cross the ragged brush
“oh little fox, you got caught in the teeth of a hunter’s trap.”
and tore through skin and bone
where iron teeth take hold
and underneath as nesting dolls
the tender flesh to carry home
as you decide through killer eyes
taken by your trembling trigger hand
in gentle jaws, the barrel of your .22
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