On a predatory tip
by lexi2807
Posted: 07 March 2005 Word Count: 63 Summary: Jago is my son, my own little weapon of mass destruction! |
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At my godly command from the top of the stairs he stops,
And looks.
Fear in his eyes, poised for the kill.
Will he pounce I wonder?
The seconds are hours as I wait.
He is weighing up his options I think.
He moves now like a cat as I leap to save my mobile from a fate worse than water damage: Jago.
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