The Laundry

In the dim of night, where shadows reign, A feline prowls, a canine's bane. Their eyes aflame with silent fury, Amidst the laundry, a tale unfolds, eerie. Beneath the moon's cold gaze they meet, In the realm where mortals sleep. The cat, sleek, with fur of night, The dog, fierce, eyes gleaming bright. Together they toil in the dark, The scent of fear, a lingering mark. Beneath the weight of ancient grudges, They wash away their sins in smudges. The clothes they wring, the water black, Echoes of a world gone slack. A dance of claws, a clash of teeth, In this macabre ritual beneath. The laundry line, a twisted thread, Binding them in shadows dread. But as dawn breaks, they fade away, Leaving behind a whispered dismay. In the quiet of the morning light, No trace remains of the night's fright. Yet in the hearts of those who dare, The tale of the cat and dog, a chilling affair. In the dim of night, where shadows reign, A feline prowls, a canine's bane. Their eyes aflame with silent fury, Amidst the laundry, a tale unfolds, eerie. Beneath the moon's cold gaze they meet, In the realm where mortals sleep. The cat, sleek, with fur of night, The dog, fierce, eyes gleaming bright. Together they toil in the dark, The scent of fear, a lingering mark. Beneath the weight of ancient grudges, They wash away their sins in smudges. The clothes they wring, the water black, Echoes of a world gone slack. A dance of claws, a clash of teeth, In this macabre ritual beneath. The laundry line, a twisted thread, Binding them in shadows dread. But as dawn breaks, they fade away, Leaving behind a whispered dismay. In the quiet of the morning light, No trace remains of the night's fright. Yet in the hearts of those who dare, The tale of the cat and dog, a chilling affair. In the dim of night, where shadows reign, A feline prowls, a canine's bane. Their eyes aflame with silent fury, Amidst the laundry, a tale unfolds, eerie. Beneath the moon's cold gaze they meet, In the realm where mortals sleep. The cat, sleek, with fur of night, The dog, fierce, eyes gleaming bright. Together they toil in the dark, The scent of fear, a lingering mark. Beneath the weight of ancient grudges, They wash away their sins in smudges. The clothes they wring, the water black, Echoes of a world gone slack. A dance of claws, a clash of teeth, In this macabre ritual beneath. The laundry line, a twisted thread, Binding them in shadows dread. But as dawn breaks, they fade away, Leaving behind a whispered dismay. In the quiet of the morning light, No trace remains of the night's fright. Yet in the hearts of those who dare, The tale of the cat and dog, a chilling affair.