Ears flatten
at the primal cries
howl across dark water.
For a moment his eyes peer beyond
the warmth of the doorway,
almost catching focus of
their sharply glowing eyes.
Hair flattening back,
he looks back to his well worn mattress
and steps sharply away from the night
wet muzzle still bristling
from the riverside smoke
and windswept oak.
Jan 5, 2023
Jan 5, 2023 at 7:44 PM UTC
Ears flatten
at the primal cries
howl across dark water.
For a moment his eyes peer beyond
the warmth of the doorway,
almost catching focus of
their sharply glowing eyes.
Hair flattening back,
he looks back to his well worn mattress
and steps sharply away from the night
wet muzzle still bristling
from the riverside smoke
and windswept oak.
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