The Seacow
On quiet spring evenings when the weather is calm
We mate in the way you humans do
We emrace each other
Were mute
Allthough when wounded we heaves a deep sigh
You killed us
Writer/s: The Illustrated
On quiet spring evenings when the weather is calm
We mate in the way you humans do
We emrace each other
Were mute
Allthough when wounded we heaves a deep sigh
You killed us
Writer/s: The Illustrated