Prowling The Night
By Lord R.e. Taylor
He prowls the night
Hunting for God knows what
But he has no choice
His blood surges
Memories of an ancient past
When panthers were his kin
But the needs for the hunts are gone
Replaced by a need for belly rubs
Guardian by Lord R.e. Taylor Standing over the grave Her eyes watch the ground She does only one job She is to stand there silently Her miss...
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