He treads the crooked paths with him,
Deep into the forest of fallen warriors,
As the wind wails, this creature cries,
The sun is out, this furry being wags his tail.
Inside his rich coat, comfort is found,
His eyes understands the witty words,
The man's secrets are save in his safe,
He strides with secure steps for drippy days
©DECHOSEN1🌹
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