A dog, is lost in the mist,
Thinking about it's life.
How it got here, and why,
A shadowy figure with a knife
Approaching the dog,
In the fog...
Reaching for it's neck,
There goes the wreck,
Before the man could slice,
The man screamed a cry of mice.
The dog bit the man's shin,
Pain, pitchy veins go through the skin.
The owls start to sing
People's ears start to sting,
As the man starts to run,
The man's skin badly stun,
A bad bite wasn't fun.
The dog chasing after him,
As they fade in the dim.
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