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
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