By Charles Robert Lindholm
He was a junkyard dog
wild and untamed
but his growling and barking
didn’t scare her
she looked him in the eye
nose to nose
and I suppose
something made him
back away from
the Lady that night
perhaps it was
The Moonlight’s Reflection
off her gun
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It’s was an attempted mugging.
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