Black brackish water he does drink,
Maybe that’s what causes that awful stink,
Lays down in it as well in summer to cool,
Never leaves where it can be found his stool…
Hawks & vultures do of him call,
Senses do they drunken campers,
Drink does he as well of their blood,
A tent at night has a paper thin wall…
He does skulk amongst the cranberry bogs,
Feeding his human side with black water frogs,
Standing right next to you in bright sunlight,
Never would you realize his presence, less you have dogs…
Red eyes in the night,
Do spy from across the lake,
He is there whether you believe or not,
Some say the devil is nothing more than a tale of fake…
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God bless you. Kathy
I'm thinking, Rufuz must of drank the troughs of holy water I had put on the outskirts of your property...call it pre-dict-ing on my part, but I truly think now, Rufuz is your only chance until I arrive!
Stay safe and grab the only prayer you've got...RUFUZ!
Love and Peace~
Jimmy~
Werewolf
Micke
(it was the "Red eyes in the night" that got to me :o)
Have you seen this boy? If so, you should sic Rufuz on him! LOL
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
((((HUGS)))) and love, Karla.