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