Domesticity
A grey wolf howled at a blood red moon
'bout a sight he would not forget too soon.
His voice rendered empathy and pain
for his poor brother, tied without a chain.
Worse than that - the horror, as all the while
the helpless dog wore a contented smile.
Copyright © David Crandall | Year Posted 2025
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