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.