Scarlet red shining like dew on the barren landscape
Ducks in the midnight foxhole
The trenches are too far away to run and escape the onslaught of human strife.
The briar covering the ground
wrapped around lifeless trees
cannot prevent the foxes from finding a way through.
The end of artificial calls
of booming and wild sensations
have finally ended.
The lone fox can finally escape.
His brethren run past
frothing from their mouths
at the stupidity of their prey.
The calls start again.
Scarlet red shining like dew on the barren landscape
Ducks in the midnight foxhole
The trenches are too far away to run and escape the onslaught of human strife
The lone fox looks out of his foxhole
afraid of the unknown
and awaits help
as the calls end again.
