Mother Nature who art on this Earth
in which I roam.
In this strong yet extremely exploited soil.
I brush with my paws with every step.
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Blessed be thy name whom few humans
pronounce any longer.
That in no way they dare acknowledge
your silent wisdom towards us all.
This small and delicate silence
of us, your beasts to do as you will.
Bring to us as well,.
the small beasts,
the skittish squirrels,
the berated scruffy bunnies,
the silly but mischievous racoons,
and the sweet rains of the Spring
unto your Promised Land.
Force us to do thy will,
tho it shall only lasts us
until the day we expire...
Tho, it may only last us an afternoon...
The sun of everyday,
offer it to us only..
Forgive our doubts,
those living neath our fur,
those of weak scents,
of the beasts who choose to starve
than to destroy smaller beasts for pleasure.
As we forgive the humans
who hunt us down,
to sell us in the market place,
in their mortal lies as they tell us we are needed,
to keep their women safe and warm,
in an opulent theater...
Taking our pelts to wear to their posh parties.
Do not let us fall into the temptation,
of seeking the empty words of human voices.
To resist the temptation to run after useless prey,
or to not see what lies beneath
the dark hearts of rabid beasts.
But most of all..
Free us from all malice in our hearts...
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