BookWorm2020
Living my story, being my own book, my pages are bent and littered with crumbs but the tale is compelling so I continue to write it.
I am the master of the hunt
Keeper of mongrel and mutt
By my command let slip the dogs of war
And be humbled canid of lore
Old Black Shuck who guards my sleep
As Argos nestled at my feet
The kennel is my Kingdom
And both hound and bitch
Pup, cur and whelp
My vassels be
All breed and blood came to my call
And were mastered by my hand
Then came the day
Of that very strange morn
When I awoke to find a chain upon my own neck
And the Dog
Walked me