Everyone wants to
show off
to be
the tallest tree
OR
the flashiest flower
but
even a simple bloom
will woo
the bees
We like to fight
(or is it play)
we put on
quite the show
I whop him one
upside the head
he chases me
away
I pursue
his waggy tail
across the living-
room floor
he gathers up
my toys
in a pile
by the front door
And when it's time
for dinner
I like to watch
him eat
He stares me down
and growls
I refuse to
admit defeat
We are natural
enemies
That is what
they say
But were happy
to share the couch
at the end
of the day
Did I mean to or not? Am I sorry or did I just get caught? Your mad because you say You can never know either way But if I had just asked ...