Fearing The Worst

A ghostly breath disturbs my sleep,

As over flesh cold fingers creep,

And eyes do fear to open wide

In case a demon they might find.

The chills do rattle through my spine;

My heart does beat in rapid time,

Until I get a lick to face,

It’s just my puppies warm embrace.

18 thoughts on “Fearing The Worst

  1. AWH isn’t that the truth Richard! I love the new design of your blog! Wow Love the rainbow and the cloud and all the dreamy things of dreams and your white text is a fine touch! πŸ˜€

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