Feral & Rabid…

Feral & rabid am I…

When I stare at you with my one eye,

You better stay away from my,

       den & little ones.

I may hiss & scratch at the sky,

Just protecting my little guys,

Don’t you think I won’t attack?

See the hackles on my back,

Stand up straight & shake,

That is you warning to back away.

In the morning,

Or late at night,

I stand up for what is right,

If you’re bitten, you can bet,

Lots of shots in your tummy,

From your doctor, you’ll get.

“Are you scared?” I hiss,

Ready to, on yourself, piss?

As I am a mother, like any other,

Protecting my young,

So lick your lips with your tongue,

And slowly back away,

If you do, safely you will go home, today… 

                                                (ed)