I enter my home, and there it is,
Glimmering lights reflecting in its irises.
Fur like blackened silk,
A panting tongue of drool and ilk.
White teeth: sharp and long,
It truly makes me wish I owned a dog
Growing up in New England, Kyle Newton has found a taste for writing about the fantastical, often merging it with key moments in history. However, recently he has gained a growing taste for horror and the macabre. His personal site is located here.