Like gun, I hold my bone tight
Overwhelm with power I’m high
Fierce and angry at other dogs I bark
And to their heels I see their backs
As talent, I guide my bone jealously
Like egg, I carry it gently
Prepared and planning others await my fall
Ready to attack they come for all
Distracted I’m engaged I n battle
As though bitten by a rattle
My bone is lost to a third – party
Although not a part, he’s gone to party
Down cast I go in dismay
My bone has gone with no pay
And tomorrow too late for amend
‘Cause, my bone has come to an end.
(c) Obukov
I saw two of my puppies fighting and it inspired this poem. Stay focused on your course or dreams in life and stun distractions, you can attain much more than your life goals.