The hunter gives blood- her precious gift.
Next time, can you save me?
(I am saviour-less.)

Let's play another card game.
This time, I might just win.
(Our game is the best in the world.)

Dorky, home-made birthday cards
draw me in, closer.
My cowboy in wrangler jeans
snared me in her trap.
(She'll have Rabbit for dinner.)

I tuck the white bandana-
common, with black detailing,
yet infused with your scent;
I carry you next to my skin,
over- (in my heart.)
[Nothing can separate us.]