Musang gets trapped
On his hunting trips
Back into the woods
Leading a pack
He knows nothing
The minds work mysteriously
Now alone
As he studies the falling light
Where are his dogs?
They aren't to be found
Bundled in gifts of glamour
Brushing shoulders with high society
The holes piling up
The glitter of golden glow
It mesmerizes the eyes
Musang sits alone
On the flowing stream
The world crushing down
He roars his frustrations
“I am not going down alone
You can count on it”
Old newspapers
The 5 ton lorry trundles along
The streets of houses
The headline says
Musang gets trapped
In the woods
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