The Place of Slumber 7
It sobbed just as she touched its face
A sad, alarming sound.
A feeling it had never shared
For no one stayed around.
It quickly then released its hold
Of the many, it held there.
Quickly then, they all had run
To escape from its dark lair.
The maiden, now, saw its pain
Then smiled for the creature
Again, something it had never seen
Upon a face, a happy feature.
It felt as if, then, there was hope
Something, never felt until her
Grateful, it returned the smile
Then started to shed its fur.
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2008
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