My sister Hayley won’t abide
sidewalk users — either side.
From the window seat she likes,
She shouts at scooters, walkers, bikes.
I don’t care as much as her;
But interlopers what gots fur
(like squirrels and those rabbit blokes?)
They get my goat; I chase those folks.
We protect our place
so well
Our human friends
can never tell
How close they come
to real disaster
(They still think
we call them master!)
-Chocolate
