King of the Dead

September 10, 2019

From buildings away he sensed their pain

All the same

King of the dead and dying

he walked the halls of the students still crying

With canine instinct he approached

the students all thought above reproach

While he provided what comfort he could

He continued to guide the path as he should

for with purpose he trod

Anubis the emotional support dog

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