Through the woods he does hunt,

Next to the stream & the big tree’s he looks a runt,

He can hear his prey as it does grunt,

Sneaking along he tries to attack Daddy’s front…

His right paw he does use to hold,

While grabbing daddy’s feet so bold,

Never does he hurt him, his daddy to him gold,

He can see him clearly, a sight to behold…

His ears and snout up in the air,

He smells his scent, hears his prey,

Daddy is wearing again that stuff he does spray,

Now I am sneaking up on him, he just better beware…

© ed J 12/18/06