I stopped in for a bite today
My local hang along the way
But little could I have surmised
The bite was his as I was wised
The little yapper sat content
He tore my cuff achieved his bent
I cannot blame. It was his nature
I’d be embarrassed by his stature
No larger than a healthy turkey
My legs were loose, my hands were jerky
I scanned the café for ownership
Some human form gave me the slip
I asked the waiter: dogs allowed?
He seemed unhearing in the crowd
I wagered louder: whose is this?
This ball of fur, he stops to kiss
The fast approaching customer
With snarling teeth a mangy cur
Then bolder now: proprietor!
Who is this greeter at the door?
This friend of man and friend indeed
If this is so I say take heed
We met a few short strokes ago
He almost took away my toe
And though I love the furry mutts
This winsome pooch left me with cuts
I seek his master to let him know
That little problems sometimes grow
That minor scratches I’ll survive
But keep him leashed and keep him live
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem