Hunting for food every day
Not knowing if I find some or not
Fighting for my rights to live
in a place that is mine
Being attacked by unknown machines
Just because I follow a scent
Having no-one to protect me
When attacked by the neighbours
No comfortable warm place to sleep
Being preyed upon through the night
by unknown enemies that threaten
I treasure the life that is mine
I may not be free but I am satisfied
I have servants that look after my needs
Poetry Posse Week 26 Free Verse
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