it's a tunneled life.
a life
underground.
digging.
burrowing, going deep
and dark
into the soft
soil
making holes
where there were none
in the shadowed light.
the front
paws scratching
at the earth, the teeth
gnawing
at what's in the way.
the need to go under,
the desire
to be below
ground, hidden
with only those of
like ilk.
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