good loving gang

Good loving gang hunted by hounds gathering wood sticks under eye of owls love from the underbelly the mice uncaged are free the cages still are standing &that parts up to me picked apart like pinecones in the hands of squirrels shaking like a rabbits nose we decide our world barking dogs do sometimes bite blind attack the blind me I never pick a fight I prefer to whine good loving gang hunted by hounds in our imagination rodents move mountains