Heed
In that trampled state,
with a breath,
that had long began to bate,
he had looked healthy,
and pretty all right,
but inside he was not a pretty sight,
all was dishevelled,
and burnt,
all the neural networks had fused,
and body chemicals moved randomly,
as if normal paths were refused,
his eyeballs rolled randomly,
seeing less wanted and more unwanted,
thoughts ran helter skelter,
piling on in a maze,
he looked allright to world,
hand/legs movements were still steady,
they did not know how much effort,
he made for it ready,
more was happening around him,
fortunately a quarter was captured,
and a good three fourth escaped,
had he captured the escaped,
he would have been rendered disabled,
enough not to get it at all,
this stuck him now fine and good,
develop yourself,
so that more escapes and less is captured,
he pulled along and catered to need,
he captures almost nothing and leaves most,
they are all praise for him now,
and say that he is good and pays heed.
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