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Animal

by  Bobo

Posted: Friday, October 10, 2003
Word Count: 41




I bark.
I howl.
You are horrified.
Looks so sweet,
how can it be
there's such a wildness
inside?

I screech.
Then hiss.
You look oh-so afraid.
I see it
in your cold grey eyes -
regret at what
you've made.