{"sf1_id":290345,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Bergero, Farell, and Bravo.txt","author":"farellfoxx","words":149,"posted_at":"2011-09-26T16:21:00.000Z","tags":["Other"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/290345-bergero-farell-and-bravo-txt","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/290345","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=290345\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"\nThe Bull, Fox, and a Horse\nBy\nFarell Foxx\nThe Bull rears its horned head,\nGlistening, and snorting and stomping his hooves\nMuscular and blackened\nThe Fox,\nFeminine and light on his feet,\nTears streaming from emerald eyes,\nFur swaying in the wind,\nHelpless\nThe Horse,\nBlotched with brown and white,\nHis mane flying, and eyes wide,\nThe snapping point is like the thunder overhead,\nA gunshot rings out and they begin to brawl,\nThe fox cries out and doubles over in pain.\nHis heart is breaking,\nHe doesnt want conflict.\nThe Bull swings and punches,\nThe Horse kicks and stabs,\nLike a storm the two whirl about.\nThe only pain is the foxs,\nThe swords swing,\nMy heart is bleeding,\nDripping lifes essence,\nWhy must you fight?\n***********************************************************\nRoses bloom over a dirt mound,\nA stone at its head,\nWhy must they forget?\nNow that I am dead?\n"}