State The Season

by Sheep   Jul 21, 2009


Doe kicks the dirt, lets colors fly
Run the backgrounds battle cry

Swim the forest, mighty dense
Flee the captors, jump the fence

Jon finds object, marks the "X"
Watches Doe who plans move next

Through canopy green stalks furry brown
State the seasons hunted crown

So kick the powder, claim the win
Jon catch Doe with forest fin

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