Run fox run, your freedom depends on your speed, as the hunters close in, they do not care how you bleed. Burrow, rabbit, burrow dig as deep as you can. The small beady eyes and ferrets teeth, you cannot hide from man. Swim, whale, swim away from the sharp harpoon, no peace for you until the water is stained red instead of blue. They call it sport, but to an animal, or bird trying to survive.
Life is hard enough, just to live.
Battery Farming We never see the fields, or sky, not much room to move, or lie. Not cramped, and miserable, until we die. All rights reserved.