tartan bunker

I’ve made some big mistakes in my life but I reckon the biggest one was being born into this cruel world. Overdue, longer than most library books, I clung on in there. Eventually, they had to come in and get me. And on the way out, my mother told me, I bit the doctor and poked a wee finger into his eye. He got just that bit too close. No one gets too close to me. Only ma animals. Like wee MacMog. Now he has got some crazy left hook paw. Takes the top of a milk bottle in a flash or a layer of skin off the milkman if he’s a tad late. But I feel guilty sometimes: We take lone animals and herd animals and cosify up to them. Turn them into loners, such as me. At least I have my Tartan Guards and Dekaydence. What do the animals have?