True story from my son-in-law. His basement is not where I'd want to be alone..deer heads and a bobcat!!
The bobcat is following gram. She senses lit eyes that won’t scram. There’s feet on the path, A gun with grand’s wrath. The bobcat on wall, he can’t scram.
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