IN AND OUT
I don't care; I'm going in the Out door
Sometimes I get the "criminal" look from people
I don't care; I'm going out the In door
Let them stare, I said it before
I don't care
Rules are not made for doors
Far too many rules
How many rules can you recite?
How many rules rule your life?
What's the story behind all this door business?
Who knows what goes on behind closed doors?
Probably some good old in and out
HARRY
The rabbit, Harry, knew his way around the ins and outs of his hideaway
He never paused to think about which way was the best to go
He never cared that much about thinking
He saw the best minds of his generation
destroyed by a hawk when his friend Milton stopped in the tall grass
to think, and it wasn't only Milton
Too many innocent souls murdered in cold blood
Harry knew what not to do
He rarely left his hideaway
except for very late at night to find food
He never invited anyone to accompany him
His worst-case scenario was if he was taken
at least no one else would be
He roamed deep in his hideaway, gaining strength
to rendezvous with the darkness
The darkness took him far into the field
At the edge of the field, he saw a small fire
He silently pawed closer
It was a man with a cigarette
watching what Harry knew was a fellow rabbit
roasting on a stick, the man licking his lips
Harry had never made sounds before
but now an anger rose in him as he hopped
to the man's hand, roared his once hidden pain
knocked the stick the man held and released the rabbit
from the flames
A hawk roosting on a nearby branch
Woke to see the scuffle
Harry saw a wing ruffle
The man stood, the hawk descended
The birds' cries pierced the night
Harry had one more roar stored
His howl flew into the sights and ears of man and bird
chasing them into the unknown dark
Harry, feeling stronger than he had ever been
Sat near the dying flames and cried for his fallen brother.
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