It's A Perilous Junction Even For Us Distant Boy Scouts Poem by Mark Heathcote

There are two dog owners on-either-side of the road
at a crossing, any minute, a landmine might explode
it is more than likely a standoff, a bad-mixture
one is with a black and tan Miniature Pinscher
the other is with three snarling borzoi hounds
it's a perilous junction even for us distant boy scouts
there look to be some cordial words spoken at first
but leashes are loosened, and threats are interspersed
there's a greeting of canine teeth bared to kill
locked in a bloodlust that crushes all the daffodils
that spills innocent blood on the freshly falling snow
these wild dogs are now unchained and let go.
Their owners are at distant ends of the earth.
Their howling, their baying, their wailing never adjourns
there's no end to war when war crimes-are-waged
and an entire world and people are enraged.