He growls, he snarls,
leaps and twists and fights.
He’s from the streets,
and that’s his nature.
He’s got a jaw that bites
with a trapping, steel force
and a strong broad build;
he’s all muscle.
Look at his ragged fire-eyes;
he’s got nothing to lose.
Pulling on the leash
with a strength unyielding.
“He’s not one for captivity,”
they think, they say.
I remind myself,
“Be patient.”
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