I once was wild,
No hand could tame
This savage beast
For I would maim
Whoever tried
To touch my heart
At risk of being
Torn apart.
My fangs were sharp
And I would bite
Whoever fought me
Day or night;
A world where I
Would eat you first,
But then there came
A troubled thirst.
In winter’s whirl
Your camps were made,
Fires burned,
And I was swayed;
A little closer
I would creep,
The warmth I longed
To try to keep.
You let me stay
And even fed
The hungry beast
That most would dread,
And now I’m changed
Forevermore
And keep the guard
Outside your door.
Reowr 
Sounds like Biscuit. Only she doesn’t so much guard the door as her food basin.
Sounds like she’s more true to her roots. 😉
She’s just very loyal to the food bowl.
another great poem 🙂
Hehe, glad you think so. 🙂
Wow!!! Really good did I say wow?
*sheds fur happily* 🙂
Thanks for visiting my blog – truly enjoyed reading many of your poems..great stuff…
It was my pleasure to visit your philosophically driven blog. I’m so glad you found something to enjoy here as well. 🙂