There is something just a leetle off about
a married wolf and bunny couple ('s what
these sonnets are all about).

I mean, exactly how does love work when
one party is the other one's dinner? In
theory, anyway.



Works rather well, actually. Think
I'll let her tell you all about it...







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>>>>> On Love (#10) <<<<<





By Fred Brown, Sept 14/2011
https://www.furaffinity.net/user/fwbrown61/

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Note: The Thursday Prompt that got this one written
was 'In the old days.'

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          On Love (#10)


     In the old days this simply could not fly.
     A wolf and bunny snuggled in the dark.
     How fast would that end with my dying cry
     And his burp? On the ground a bloody mark.

     I snuggle closer, soft fur in my nose.
     It doesn’t matter, that it was that way.
     No bloodlust runs in him. I am this close
     Without fear of the price I ought to pay.

     Oh, maybe in us something is still there.
     That glint in eyes, small display of the fangs.
     A shiver in me; something says beware.
     All wolves know what to do with hunger pangs.

     I hug. In sleep he growls, and big tail stirs
     Between my legs. Love’s easier for furs.

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