Ode to a Warrior
How the Big Bad Wolf Was Foiled Again
Neath stealthy padded feet
Twigs crackle to the rear
My pulse rises to pound in my veins
Staccato drums beating out fear
I tried to look behind me
But was unable to turn
For in front of me a rabid wolf
Made my roiling gut churn
Fangs glistened as he snarled
Foaming spittle dripped like acid rain
Onto the dead foliage
Feral eyes gleaming, enraged, in pain
Hackles raised as forelegs bent
I knew this hike would be a bust
In vain attempt at defense my arms rose
No match, I would die a painful death so unjust
I felt my bladder release, it’s warmth almost soothing
As with a last snarl the carnivore sprang
I fell to the ground screaming in terror
As another beast roared and my eardrums rang
The beast behind me collided in midair
With my hungry, enraged, would be devourer
A battle such as I have never witnessed
Titans fighting over this tasty, meaty cowerer
Who is the other contestant, this furred warrior
Raising my eyes from the filthy mud and dirt
I wept in awe, relief, and prayerful thanks
Bulldog versus wolf, both badly hurt
Shakily I raised to my knees
Finally made it to my feet; scared, shaken, crying
I made a vow, this canine hero would survive
If I had to use my fists, Rover would not be dying
The canines, dog and wolf, fought like raging bulls
Biting, clawing, ripping, snarling, bleeding
I picked up a stout oaken branch
This promise I would indeed be heeding
I circled on trembling legs, slowly
Until I could get within hitting distance
I swung the branch with all my might
A wolf’s skull didn’t put up too much resistance
As I fell once more to the ground
I crawled to my brave injured savior
I don’t know this dog…, he’s not mine
At a loss to explain his heroic behavior
As I placed a hand upon his cheek, he licked me
His rough tongue leaving a clean trail
Upon my unworthy skin
His bumpy tongue had written Love in braille
Yes, We made it off the mountain
With aid from sticks, jacket, and vines
A travois to drag him painstakingly down
Please survive my warrior, I’ll pay any fines
Turns out this dog escaped from the pound
Where some scared person had dumped him
Just because of his breed and his deep throaty sound
Warrior and I are now doing fine
My best, dearest, bravest friend
My house is yours Warrior
This I vow to the very end
About the Creator
Andrew C McDonald
Andrew McDonald is a 911 dispatcher of 30 yrs with a B.S. in Math (1985). He served as an Army officer 1985 to 1992, honorably exiting a captain.
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Comments (2)
Awww, Warrior 🥺❤️ He's so brave and courageous! Definitely the best hero ever!
What a magnificent piece, your stores told in this from ae quite epic! Good old Rover! (Silly me asking: A true story or an embellishment of assorted facts and anecdotes?)