Little Dogs

The little dogs bark their terror as we pass;

Scratching and clawing the windows and doors,

Howling and shaking their heads in fury.

 

The little dogs bark their terror as we pass;

Straining valiantly against their leashes,

Stamping their delicate feet in anger.

 

The little dogs bark their terror as we pass;

Nipping and harassing in a busy frenzy,

Zipping around in a confusion of indignation.

 

The little dogs bark their terror as we pass;

Counting on our restraint and patience,

Hoping for a lucky, unguarded moment.

 

Oh, little dogs. It’s only amusing for so long.