Black Fur Floor
Afternoon falls as the sun rests
A black scheme covers the sky
A house alone by the cliff
only a mutt by the homes floor
An innocent beast when companies around
A monster, demon, Cerberus when strangers about
The master is home tonight
resurrecting his home from the dust of the afternoon
his companion by his side
Cleaning, washing, drying, painting
the master grows weary
the mutt too
falling asleep they are
Morning arises
the house stands still
the owner and his pet have left the house
only a ball of fur is left behind.
The crunch boards began to plunge its floors
The fur ball rolls
to find its owner that is all.
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