Some call it a black dog, I find it odd,
as I have never seen a dog so abhorred.
The paralysing grip, the fear and cold.
A touch from depths, so dark, so old.
The stench, the grip, the eyes of dark.
The silent death, not sniff and bark.
It ain’t a dog, but beast from depths
a kraken, crab or aboleth
Or maybe, you may pardon me,
I don’t know dogs, as a cat, you see
