Hound Poem by Tanathica

Hound



He scans my throat
That hellish hound
With the pelt of night
I hear him growl

I hear him prowl
He knows I heed
His tender steps
Until we meet

A tiring feat
To hide my tracks
He slavers and
with strength attacks

He sets his traps
He traces steps
You walk, you run
To him, a jest

So pass his tests
Amuse his guests
The Sleep will come
To he who rests

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