Beware of Dog
It’s about nine o’clock
The dead of night according to my dad
But to my teenage brain the night is just beginning
I’m out on a walk with my dog, Scout
We walk about three miles
It’s just in our neighborhood
But still my dad is concerned
I hear strange sounds sometimes that make me a little uneasy
But then I notice that Scout sees a man across the street
Or a loose cat under a car
The death glare in his eyes
And the growl in his throat
Tell me I will be okay
But to my teenage brain the night is just beginning
I’m out on a walk with my dog, Scout
We walk about three miles
It’s just in our neighborhood
But still my dad is concerned
I hear strange sounds sometimes that make me a little uneasy
But then I notice that Scout sees a man across the street
Or a loose cat under a car
The death glare in his eyes
And the growl in his throat
Tell me I will be okay
Cave canem, beware of dog
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