ThunderA Poem by Tentenfor my dog.
Thunder Big Black A growl worse than his bite Warm with old eyes Sleepy days on my abandoned bed Six years old in April My brother’s first friend The best to keep Nightmares at bay Short black fur You can’t get out of the carpet He’s a good boy That steals the sheets So he can sleep on cold winter feet © 2008 TentenAuthor's Note
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