I know myself to be both weak and tasty – hence lair.
Well-hid, thick-walled, rock-roofed.
It is my pride.
I found it, dug it deeper, built it stronger.
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So few have lairs.
I venture out at need
To feast on those who don’t.
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And then there’s you.
I recklessly rush out to meet your hand.
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My tail in your nostril proof of love.
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