Good dog

Good Dog: or snubbing one’s nose (well sort of)

In the yard
down the street
a psycho Doberman
stands guard

The Doberman is big
the fence is small
Beware the Dog
I keep my distance

One day, I see
a scruffy, dust mop of a dog
come down the street

The Doberman erupts in fury

The little dog seems not to hear
nearer and nearer it comes on
until beside the fence it stops
it turns and sniffs the curbside tree
slowly cocks its leg
and pees.

Good dog, Good dog, I thought.

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