Retreating

While opening up the front door,
It’s usually been a total bore.

Until this morning my dog came out and roared,
Showing his teeth and anger that really soared.

The enemy outside was a cat,
Who was uglier than a rat?

Immediately he ran after his prey,
Obviously trying to make his day.

As he approached his opponent,
He realized a very important component

Suddenly stopping just a few feet before,
As though he didn’t want anymore.

The animal he chose to have his strife,
Came up with a paw as big as a knife.

Deciding he wasn’t going to be the seeker,
Especially from an feline that wasn’t meeker.

So he retreated to the nearest tree,
Where he lifted his leg up with glee.

Contently marking his trail, wagging his tail,
And finally picking up the morning mail.

William P. Frasca

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William P. Frasca