The tilted pet noise
haunts us as we roll down the narrow hall
its diseased bark echoes oddly in this cold hollow place
my legs ache
with the portent of coming snow
i must reach the exit
i must not be a victim of chance
the scurvy beast falls behind
its bark giving way to a note
of sorrow
he will have no-one to trumpet down the hall
when we have fled
he will be ;left alone with his dark doggy thoughts
homeward bound
homeward bound
just down that hall
Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 7:26 PM UTC
The tilted pet noise
haunts us as we roll down the narrow hall
its diseased bark echoes oddly in this cold hollow place
my legs ache
with the portent of coming snow
i must reach the exit
i must not be a victim of chance
the scurvy beast falls behind
its bark giving way to a note
of sorrow
he will have no-one to trumpet down the hall
when we have fled
he will be ;left alone with his dark doggy thoughts
homeward bound
homeward bound
just down that hall
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