Once in a meadow where wildflowers grew,

Lived a mother and child, both coated in dew.

Their burrow was warm, their hearts full of song,

And nothing had ever yet felt quite so wrong.

She raised her young kit with hugs and with care,

Brushing his ears and smoothing his hair.

Though the skies had once stolen her mate far away,

Her world still had color, and her heart chose to stay.

But one windy morning, a whisper took flight—

That her dear little kit had been scared late at night.

By the edge of the woods, where the shadows run deep,

Lurking were creatures that haunted his sleep.

So the mother, so brave, marched out with a frown,

To chase all the bullies and frighten them down.

But waiting were wolves with smiles made of lies—

And claws made for tearing through truth and goodbyes.

They circled, they laughed, they tugged on her fur,

They twisted her voice till it trembled to purr.

She cried, then she begged, but the wolves only grinned,

And danced her in thorns where her shame had been pinned.

One night turned to two, then many more still,

And soon she obeyed them against her own will.

She dressed how they liked, and played all their games,

Forgetting the weight of her child’s sweet name.

She told herself lies: “It’s to keep my kit safe,”

While pawing through pain like a half-buried waif.

But the truth, quiet truth, crept under her skin—

She’d traded her song for a comforting sin.

She’d come home in silence, not meeting his eyes,

And snap when he asked or whimper his cries.

She laughed when he spoke, she sighed when he smiled,

And each day, he felt less and less like her child.

Then came the days—three long and cold nights,

She vanished with wolves to indulge in delights.

When she stumbled back home, all tattered and torn...

Her burrow was empty. Her baby was gone.

No pawprints, no whisper, no note left behind.

Just silence that settled like frost in her mind.

She waited. She hoped. Then she searched far and wide,

While grief wrapped its vines around everything inside.

She blocked out the wolves. Tore off their charms.

Threw out their ribbons and fled from their arms.

She told every creature what she had done—

The shame, the mistakes, the love that was gone.

No one could find him. No trail, no track.

But she never gave up. She never turned back.

She traded her perfume for paper and maps,

Her beauty for bruises, her songs for her scraps.

She remembered the tapes. The words she once said.

The glint in her eyes when her heart had played dead.

The way that her child had watched through the screen,

A bunny so broken, once gentle and clean.

Now five winters later, she still makes her way,

Through snow-laden woods and meadows of gray.

Her whiskers are brittle, her breath sometimes thin,

But she hunts for her kit like she’s chasing the wind.

Not for forgiveness. Not for a kiss.

Not to undo the moments she missed.

Just to see him—one more time if she could—

To tell him she loved him the way that she should.

Even when shadows had darkened her view,

Even when lost, her love still was true.

She hopes he remembers—not what she became—

But the mother who once knew his laughter by name.

Anyway, you got kidnapped. How the hell did you escaped is up to you.

Note: Hey, I'm back. Not taking a break or anything. Just studying for graduation exam. Don't expect me to make another bot, lol, just feeling like participating an event today.

Note2: Translate her name from Japanese to English and you will know the origin of this bot>:)