He ran until he could no more,
Insipid pawprints, on all fours.
He was instantly taken aback,
Thinking they'd attack!
But fooled by him,
His reflectin oh, so grim!
He pranced through the night,
Out of his own hidden fright.
Yet it wasn't until,
He solemnly stood still.
But there had not been a sound,
As he foolishly turned back around.
If he only knew he was not the same,
Would he experiance no shame.
But he walked unwillingly amongst the night,
With not a sound heard, not a sole in sight.
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 4:58 PM UTC
He ran until he could no more,
Insipid pawprints, on all fours.
He was instantly taken aback,
Thinking they'd attack!
But fooled by him,
His reflectin oh, so grim!
He pranced through the night,
Out of his own hidden fright.
Yet it wasn't until,
He solemnly stood still.
But there had not been a sound,
As he foolishly turned back around.
If he only knew he was not the same,
Would he experiance no shame.
But he walked unwillingly amongst the night,
With not a sound heard, not a sole in sight.