The Bark
Whizzed the flight of stairs
Down from my terrace
Opened the gates to the wet and quiet road
Damning noise of the quacking toad
T'was a winter that rained
Colors that dimmed and drained
The guard dog gave a look up
Almost thought I was going to steal the pup
There was one shrill bark
Sharp teeth glowing like a shark
There was a threatening stare
- The one that gives a nightmare
It glared back at the street
Looking for a better match to meet
I then thought for one sec
What it might have felt in a click
Was it looking at a thief?
Someone that could cause pain and grief?
Did it sense a threat?
Or a someone in a moment of fret?
Whatever it felt
Would never know, not even if it spelt
I could only say a word of gratitude
Even if it came wrapped in a bit of attitude
Back at ya, Dog
Day's looking like a Fog
I'll keep going my way
Knowing your bark is part of my day.
