Fighting At Sixty Five

I've been in quite a few bar fights But that was many years ago Now that I'm pushing sixty six Those are feelings I try not to show But this wasn't a free fall swing fest Between two drunks late at night This was me protecting my poodle From a Pit bull spoiling for a fight! That Pit bull ran across our yard And bit Pixie who I couldn't hold Kicked in the belly, it let go I then jumped on that dog and rolled That's one fight I'm sure I'll not forget With the teeth, flying rocks, dirt and sticks I was feeling Adrenalin twenty Since it wore off, more like ninety six! I ended up gripping it from behind Holding it closer than I do my wife Realizing it couldn't move, it relaxed, So I was able to spare its life! Over all it could have been worse The owner came and got his cute pet I got by with a few cuts and scrapes And Pixie got fixed up at the vet! I learned something new that day Fighting dogs is harder than men My advice, don't jump on a pit bull But for family, I'd do it again!