Hop Hop it goes

A rustling beneath and hop hop it goes.
The desert sand in a cloud rose.
However, disappearing far into the deep
Then the baby comes up to peep.

It can be on roads and zoos
But mostly knocked out on roads and they lose.
This is more than what you feel
But this situation they often deal.

They are jumping over cars,
But mostly knocked with scars.
Without a word there is silence,
When they are knocked out by violence.

They struggle without a fear
They move without a tear.
They feel the silent night
They will jump with a talented flight.