The Bay of Edgars

When it gets bad there must be some
Creature sanctuary to which they can punch out and flee.

Whether a cat, or an ape, or a human,

Bothered inside by a problem drawing in all three.

It must have an owner, no matter what.
A master to change the litter, shoo

The western poacher, or indoctrinate
The applebee.

It must do nothing else, necessarily--
Least of all for me:

A blood hose feeds the navy river by sunset
Bankside grass and
Water grass,

A vos souhaits...