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
Best Memories by Lord R.e. Taylor Just the two of us In the place where we met The salty smell of the ocean And the rhythm of the waves Ever...
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