Dog Gone Crazy (I Think) Trijan Form Poem by Samantha DeWitt

I don't know what is wrong with me
I've not been so afraid
I live my life, the way I see
My species not betrayed
Chasing cars, and chasing mailmen
Even, the occasional salesman
Chasing cars and
Chasing cars and
People, the way of life for me

I don't know what is wrong with me
Noticing my gate part
Now looking left and right I see
What jump started my heart
Twenty-four mean eyes did appear
Playing to my senses, they sneered
Twenty-four mean
Twenty-four mean
Made me manic enough to flee

I don't know what is wrong with me
I think at least I'm safe
Higher up, in this big tall tree
My own actions now chafe
As I sit on this would be log
Oh, disbelief I'm a huge dog
My own actions
My own actions
With twelve felines circling me