The Dogs of War

The dogs of war are coming
They roam the streets at night
Marking out their territory
Before the coming light

Their teeth are made of daggers
Their claws are made of steel
They roam around the neighborhood
Looking for a meal

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This poem was inspired by a pack of dogs roaming my neighborhood in the early hours of the morning.

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