When a hunter shoots his gun

 

 

And a bullet parts the dandelions

 

Sailing in the wind

 

The rabbits scurry 

 

Looking for cover

 

In a forest too, too big 

 

And can you imagine

 

If the burroughs told them no

 

When they dive into them 

 

Noses twitching in fear

 

Rejected by the designated safe haven 

 

In a forest too, too big