A rabbit in my headlights late tonight
Twitching, flailing dying in the light
Me, I'm kind of scared, upset
Witness to the gruesome sight I met
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I love this poem. This poem is written with the simplicity of Emily Dickinson, but like her poems, they seem simple on the surface but they have a much deeper meaning if you dig beneath the surface :)
Thank you so much Anand.