City Prey

Early morning, someone screamed By Gracie Mansion* and it seemed A big white dog had found its prey And grabbed a squirrel, lithe and gray. The owner, frazzled, yelled and cried; Her pleas for help were not denied, For suddenly a man appeared And found the proof of what I’d feared. He lifted, by its fuzzy tail, The squirrel, which did not prevail, Despite its expertise and speed, With running from a hunting breed. The hero let a moment pass Then tossed the body in the grass, An ending many did observe But even squirrels don’t deserve. *the residence of the mayor of New York City