she roamed downtown at supper time, still praying that at least a single of these drones would find their conscience and spare her some meat.
her prayers were only half answered.
for there was food laid out on the shale.
but another abominable mutt s t o l e it from her.
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Ephemeral
Poetry❝she was e p h e m e r a l for she would last but one other day.❞ *** 00:00 15/9/16 ©_screamer 2017
