Werewolf
Your fur,so soft and silky,
as the two colors of grey and black clash together,
your eyes,
cold but yet so welcoming,
piercing yellow,
so large and muscular,
a loving heart beats within,
yet you are feared by all,
all except me,
I stroke your fur,
I'm not afraid,
you sleep with me almost every day,
you act like a dog,
but I know what you are,
my dear sweet creature,
werewolf.
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