No friends to keep company.
Sometimes it stands and tries to speak,
And show off it's buff physique.
But no one will stand to accompany,
At long last it breaks apart.
Like nervous sheep on a moonless night
I wait on the coyote's howl.
The blood and the fangs will surely flash,
When brawn and clever finally clash,
The fear is back on the prowl.
And I am left doused in fright.
The fear sits alone, scared of itself,
And so it does all it can
To lash out and wound and take control.
But Another's there and on patrol.
A calming touch, a gentle hand
To redeem me from myself.
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