Equals

In the woods with naught around, I spot a dog, a grand old hound. He spots me back and starts the hunt Dare I approach him from the front? I see the teeth and jowls loose, There I am the waiting goose. Yards are closing one by one, Underneath the noonday sun. Approaching quickly with lightning speed, I stand my ground with frightening need. He howls at my steadfast stance. A knight here jousting, without a lance. I howl right back and start my charge, Arms are flailing, feigning large. The pup takes note and slows its stride. Perhaps a fear instilled inside? Can this beast be scared of me? Unknown is my fear of he? We both, now walking, see it plain. Man and dog will both remain.