Last night I fought with alligators
while I lay sound asleep and dreaming
a dream in which I lived in a house
that was not my house
as it had a swamp for a back garden
Each time I let my little dog out to play
beady sets of eyes would appear
and one of those rough-skinned brutes
would rush and scoop her up in his jaws
and I would leap out and tussle with him (or her) to rescue her.
They showed no interest in the fine feline fur of my cats, they only wanted to feast on the dog.
But I wasn’t remotely afraid (because it was a dream) as I prized her from those terrible, snapping jaws. Over and over.
I showed those crusty beasts who’s boss.
And that I could stand up to any bully boy (or girl)
they were merely alligators
Poetry for Dullards 