#229 Grey Dog of the Prairie

I seek

Maidens and their masses

Black hearted priests

Riding upon stubborn asses

Migrants carrying all their worldly goods

Axmen seeking fortune in the northern woods

Wandering the prairie

I wear no bright colors

Nor an ounce of chivalry

Man woman or child

I take from whatever I see

The Grey Dog of the Prairie

That’s me

It was I who burned

The village of Sex Oaks

The six trees are still there

Along with the village elders

Hanging from their ropes

What did this place to do displease me?

I was offered a good room

Two loose women

And a jug of whiskey

No wrong did they do me

And it doesn’t really matter now

The deed is done

And I’ve moved on

And so should you

I guided three families

Three years back

Took them almost 300 miles

Though I’m the only one who arrived

I was a little coin heavier

After selling all their riches

Yet much the soul poorer

After burying them in unmarked ditches

I prey on the weak

If look like you could fight

I’ll let you pass by

But show me a limp

And the last thing you see

Will be the glint in my eye

The Grey Dog of the Prairie

Sees such things

And he is hungry

You would do well to grow wings