Frank E Gibbard Posted October 31, 2010 Share Posted October 31, 2010 In the darkness rhythmic low breathing, In the night-light's glow a chest heaving; Witching hour gone a clock showed two, A wakeful owl way off hooted twit t'woo. Red eyes flickered open alerted to a sound Panting approaching, it had to be that hound. Hot breath erupted like magma in my face, At the whiff of flesh and death I awoke apace. Slavering of canine drool dripped upon my jowl Fresh blood of meat I sensed and it smelled foul The beast was all over me and I began to howl: ”I'll kill you dog one day, just now I need a towel.” Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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