Battling the rattling prattle of the keys
He scurries and scuffles through the trees
Hurriedly in panic, fearful of the leaves
An attempt at redemption gone to grieve
Regret resurgent blurring his pleas
Sobs escape him, unlike he
From foul fast approaching brutality
An avenger upon him with battle screams
This is it, it's his last bit of time to be free
