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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Published by Erynn Crittenden
In love with the written word, Erynn pursued her passion and graduated from NSU with a degree in Creative Writing in the fall of 2019. Now, she spends her time writing for her website, working as a part-time copywriter, and enjoying the challenges of being a stay-at-home mother.
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