They called me a runt

I am unfortunately a bit weak

known as a runt

far from my peak

born of a litter of 8 and I

cant get to my mother

and you know why

i am weaker and so for me

i am very small

occasionally

when the farmers comes

he gives me a stare

i am very small

and I am aware

if I am not lucky

i will be smashed on the concrete

tragically

head first blood spats that’s my lot

thats the future life

I have got

murdering labourers

heartless sods

a runt of the litter

 

 

 

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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