She was most often like a rabbit,
Scared and shivering in fear.
Until her kit was threatened before her,
And a lioness would appear.
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I don’t want to be annoying, but I keep wondering… Is it possible that there is a typo? I have the feeling you meant her “kid”… But I could be wrong. xx
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No, I meant kit aka baby rabbit 😊
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Oh…. sorry for my mistake! My bad! 😛
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No worries 🙂 I would have probably assumed the same
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Interesting cross composition, kit (young rabbit)/(equipment), lioness/s (non rabbit). And to add to the previous comment have you seen the typo caused by the fly in “Brazil”? But of course no one uses hammer type writers anymore. Nice poem about projection of power when threatend. But then who can honestly say they walk every day with no fear. Peace D.
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