Chief Runs With Paws
Chief Runs with Paws was on the prowl.
His trip through the alley ended in a growl.
His war paints showed us he was at the ready.
He held the rat’s gaze, full on and steady.
Chief Runs with Paws gave the beast a chase.
He scooped him up and tore his head off with haste.
His tomahawk was not even used one bit.
The rat’s cousins and sisters pitched a royal fit.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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