Targeted by three
Farmers, I fled to kingdom
Subterranean.
By tunnel I took
Their sustenance to feed my
Kith and kin, the ones
For whom I cared. They
watched my hole with rifles trained,
Waiting for me to
Appear; never would
I. Outsiders always stole
My favorite things,
As they did my tail,
So splendid. I watched them from
My lair, forever.
