The Horrors
Every morning as I walk out my door,
I look down, cant even see the floor..
I know their there, even if I can't see
When I open the door, it sets them free..
Claws hiting me up and down my leg
Would do no to cry out or beg
Oh the horrors I face
That I was afraid was no disgrace
To the coffee pot I fought my way
This happens everyday
My eyes adjust to the light
I see two sets of eyes looking up at me in delight
Toothy smiles looking more like a grin
I knew right away there was no way I could win.
This is how my day does begin
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