beware little one
daddy aint around no more
theres no one to protect you
from the creatures hiding under your bed
just remember little one
i’m watching you….

.mahogany brute, after finishing conversation with ethreal daughter,
turned to glance at the mahogany vagabond.
the turning of the tides from winter to
spring furnished a fine backdrop to the portrait of grandson.
cerulean sky marred with no alabstor clouds, jade
frondescence wavering only slightly in the mild spring
breeze. such an impertinent little snip. well, soon
enough would the miniscule colt learn to mind his manners around his elders. as disinterested 'hi'
drags its way out minuet ebony maw, brutes invisible eyebrows
raised, as if in shock.

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