Pups in a kennel, energized and swift,
hop on a chance to play in a drift.
Hunters to be take training steadily,
as targets and flees melee waggishly
The Pooch is Fido’s prey,
as they both keep no delay.
Fur at edge in battle won’t cease,
yet their hearts are only at peace.
Only one victor can be at hand,
the Pooch or Fido, who will command?
Fido gives a noble geste,
as he lets love take the rest.
The Pooch in glee with a victory,
yet only Fido knows what let it be.
A heart inspires this pup’s tail,
one that bleeds a lover’s tale.
This heart of mine that pup's decree
‘Love is the true victor’ as you shall be.
