| Be I jealous of the fear the nonsense the Wulf puts in you
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| But pity is off limits here
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| You put me in decent fear
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| I speed along the bowerpaths,
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| Through chokecherry scrub that wants me too…
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| It reaches out like Bedlam loons.
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| Cat call
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| Be I secretive to survive dog is lusting on my scent
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| I spray hard upon the bee hive, flies gather there, lay eggs inside
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| The Hunter breathes deep of my leavings, fly eggs fall in his pock-nose dents
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| The hive livens and hunts him down as I’ve sent
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| Be I willful with my manner, milk-full girls won’t make me crave
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| Be I small inside my stature unreasoned fear is what I’m after
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| Shrunken gut decides confusion bowerpaths
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| I won’t be swayed… less fly tricked and on me their eggs do lay
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| The air fall to the ground again
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| This cat falls and is falteringly human
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| Cat call
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| I have heard the she-cats calling compete and bark for my strut
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| I see Three Hunters now approaching
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| I can’t hide while she-cats sing
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| That boy he wants to be companioned but girls has got me in their rut…
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| Human feelings I can’t shut.
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| The air fall to the ground again
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| This cat falls and is falteringly human. |