A Father's Youth

August 17, 2011
Camouflaged by his own skin
The predator crept closer to his prey
Not wanting to hurt the animal
But simply testing his own stamina,
This boy had been chasing this rabbit all day
Sweat bedded on his brow
And his hair fell over his eyes
Two pale men saw the boy from a distance
“Who is that Indian boy?” One said to the other
“My son.” He sighs

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