Ancient wolves washed after the kill,
In my DNA, they are still.

Telling me to wash my feet,
*Before* the meal I’m yet to eat! Continue reading Quietly

When we got you from the pound, You looked so sad and seemed so down. You had lost your human friend, And felt your life was at an end One look at your old, grey, face, We could not leave … Continue reading Skid Marks on my Heart