She was crying 'Mia Madre'
In pain and quite alarmed
"Rosita what’s the problem
What happened to your arm?"

'A beast Senor, attacked me
When I was doing the towels
I heard it in the dryer
Like a devil it did howl'

I listened to her story
While I washed her blood away
And then I saw a big black cat
It must’ve been a stray

It stumbled toward the doggy-door
but slammed into the wall
Rosita's face turned white..She screamed
And ran off down the hall

By now the dogs came running
I held them both at bay
The panicked cat shot toward the door
And this time it got away

Rosita finally calmed down
 though the laundry-room she shuns
Now she always checks the dryer first
So El' Diablo won't get spun
:)

Copyright ©2005 Edwin Dante Larson