Pack Poem by John T Shillito
Pack
Before I step into the dark
I'll call to the dogs long gone
Of loyalty, and heart, and faith
and the good times we have known
So when I take my first small step
in the land beyond my death
I'll hear them howling welcome
'ere I can draw a breath
For love cuts deep, and blood means kin
and both form a potent pact
But neither is as deep and strong
as the ties that bind the pack
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