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Your soft fur feels warm,

yet stained with what,

I had poured.

I can still hear your sobs,

your sniffles,

and your tears.

Sorry,

Mom,

are you going to still take care of my corpse?

My scarlet fur is darkened,

but I know you'll find me again,

soon.

As I lay there helplessly,

What I really needed was my mom,

and I think that made me need,

a place to call,

safe.

I'm so sorry you had to witness my one of my four deaths.

As I reawaken,

I had no more fur,

yet slimy skin.

My yellow and black striped and  spotted skin,

I am poisonous.

Though,

Sometimes,

I wish that I still had my poisonous skin.

That way,

nothing could have ever happened to me.

I still remember my last moments.

I was on that log,

you know?

You know,

that log we used to cross the waters.

I still want to cross it,

it's so welcoming.

I still remember our army,

we traveled in groups,

but why were they surrounding me,

Mom?

I need you back,

Mom?

Are you still here,

with me,

Mom?

You promised to keep me safe,

for eternity.

You lied,

Even though,

we trusted you much.

Why did they all leave?

Glad,

they're gone now!

Mom?

Where did you go?

I finally grew up and matured!

I flew to a body of water,

with our flock and more!

Mom,

look!

That water looks delicious,

I mean,

we have some strange water?

It tastes weird.

I feel sleepy.

Mom?