Lonely Life Of A Mog

[05.05.00] » by Paul O'Rourke

Small I may be and cute as can be

But it’s deadly and smart

Which lies in my heart,

My wings are quite sharp they would tear you in two

But angry I’m not so there’s no need to fear,

this small little creature

which sits before you.

Life is quite lonely for mogs are quite rare

Without ones friend, my life is bare.

Sitting before you I reach out my paw

In hope of a hand

To place my heart