Writing A pokemon's life poem (s)

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In the mystic night
Up against a cold hard rocks
In the sleeping forest I hear the tings
Of some Chinglings running across the road
My heavy eyes distract me from thehuman in the docks
As I rest to sleep in the open night
~ A Butterfree

I sliver across the open forest walkway
To not cross the cheeky trainers
In order to keep my freedom
I never seem to see them
I look up in the sky and hope to bump into a flyer
Just like the staravia
~ A Ditto