I run away,
In the day,
For fear of shame,
For fear of blame,
For fear of creatures in the night,
Who give me an awful fright,
From eyes who turned black and blue,
I see the moon oh too soon,
These people who I can not stand,
I see them only plain and bland,
As the stars shine so bright,
I see a hunter in the night,
He fires his shotgun with a great crack,
I fall to the floor,
Dead on my back,
As he cursed and fled,
He left me as good as dead.


Again please don't steal; this poem belongs to me-L.T.