The little brown hare

Knew no care,

Living in a burrow

At the edge of a lush meadow,

Hopping along by the day

And resting in the shadow

Of the setting sun;

Until one day

When he almost became prey,

And although he escaped

But narrowly,

The little brown hare

Was never the same again;

For he started hiding in the shadows

Of the tall trees

Even as the sun shone,

And he kept aloof

From the other bunnies,

Spending his days alone;

The scar was invisible

Yet very real,

Just as the fear

That consumed him.

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