In my bed I try to sleep ,
Try to go into a slumber deep,
I hear it coming through the sleet
With a howl and a growl,
and feet pattering on the ground
I try not to make a sound
Through the years,
He’s followed my sent,
He knows my smell so very well,
Two big red eyes and tail
He tear me to shreds
When he gets me
The dog from hell
Is
Going to get my tail
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Good poem though. 
