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Be still fu-baby

Tho lightning flashes and thunder does howl

Midnight rabid emerald whirlwinds growl

And barking cerulean blue tears fall

Be still fur-baby, tomorrow awaits.


Turn from night cry roars, loud as o’l screech owl

From anxiety swirling ov’r cheek jowl

Claim star eclipsed exemption, now I call

Be still fur-baby, tomorrow awaits.


Come cuddle with warm hope, no longer prowl



Shroud scent of twilight rose teasing afoul

Safe now with me remain in these walls

Be still fur-baby, tomorrow awaits.


When skies stop weeping, wet covered by towel

Dark vulnerability disavowal

Promised morning will dawn once and for all

Be still fur-baby, tomorrow awaits.


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