Three in the Yard

He said he would be home by the morning.

photo by hungrybison

Now, there’s three in the yard.

Two dead and one suffering.

I see them out there.

I could end it,

I could be the saviour.

Damn, he said he would be home by the morning.

It’s like Pandora’s box,

a sudden crack,

we’re animals, just fucking animals.

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