He’s coming

Poem Twenty five 

The slow,predatory creeping of the black dog goes unnoticed,

everyone ignores his prowling and is deaf to his howling,

everyone except me.

The pad of his paws, the scrape of his long nails, his panting,

he’s gaining on me now, and all the while,

the world is sound asleep.


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