• cottontail 11w

    I remember,
    The feeling.
    Of lost love,
    And lingering.
    In dry days,
    And wet weather.
    With cottontail,
    The black feather.

    Shelter yourself,
    In my hole that i burrow,
    Shake of your beak,
    And leave all your sorrow.

    Soon you will leave,
    And never look back,
    But always remember,
    Im your white,
    And you will always be —
    my black.

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