DEFENDER OF THE REALM
The morning’s sounds, to dogs especially,
With no idea that someone so small
And cute might not be taken seriously
When she barks back a suitable rebuke
To some bruiser from half-way down the block
Whose name’s Goliath or else Marmaduke,
Who’s bred to chase off varmints from a flock.
But Tiggy is intrepid, nonetheless,
Determined to protest the insolence,
Which a small spate of yapping should redress
That from her point of view would sound immense.
While her ferocity is laughable,
It makes our morning anything but dull.