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Hark he did bark
Upon the thing out there
Blood red wine skies
Filled with swirling clouds
Struck fear in any man
Sliver gleaming
In the far off distance
Caused shivers thusly
And he did flop and shake
His collar did ring
A door did swing open
A small boy with scars
An IV still mounded
Looked out upon the deck
To see the skies
And to see the silver
And to miss the grey masses
As tiny specks upon the hills
Bark and woof with strength
But the boy stood confused
Wishing not to go in
Father is on his tenth glass of gin
And mother passed out
From the pills at ten am
I’m scared cried the boy
His warmth gave solace
Soft golden fur fought
Against the darkness looming
Power lines sparked
The wind picked up
Echos of thunder soon followed
The power goes out
The boy falls to the floor
He licked the boys cheek
Without a word
Without a bark
They knew they only had each other