I hear a bark, I see the beast,
I turn but fear has taken hold.
I try to run and get away
But now my blood runs so cold.
Its on my heels, the barking dog
And now five more follow him.
How did I get here, were can I go?
I find a doorway and run straight in.
My ear pressed against the door
I hear the dogs bark and run past.
They can’t find me now in my hiding place
Which is lucky because they run too fast.
This is how I used to feel about dogs. I still dont like the barking.
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