Our dog has never had a spat

With Mrs. Greenfield’s cat

But a conflict came so near

As her feline approached from the rear

I tugged at Mr. Black’s rope

Too late for anything but hope

He stopped near my foot

Paused, sat, and stayed put

I saw the cat’s puffed cheek

The moment he chose to freak

Eyes like saucers he spit

Yowled and then split

Poor Mr. Black, so old is he

The entire episode he failed to see.