A Bulldog Looked At Me

I passed a bulldog on the street; He strutted with his master. His pace was fairly slow, I thought, Since I was walking faster. But as our paths crossed, suddenly, He stopped and gave a look. I gazed right back and our eyes locked – One look is all it took. He wouldn’t budge – his owner tugged; What spell had he come under? And all I thought was why’s he staring? I was filled with wonder. One final tug, he turned around And left without delay. I guess I’ll never know just why He looked at me that way.