Sleeping dogs of summers day
Lie in wait of ample prey
Come to me my bastard hound
Listen to that sorrow sound
Howling loud with endless fright
Be on point this stoic night
For come the morning we shall rise
Born anew with demons eyes
Take the day and make it ours
For all time throughout the stars


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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.