Sometimes, though, they're known to lapse
As a friend of mine became the bait
Of an angry wolfhound in a state.
Passers-by in great alarm
At the giant bite marks on his arm;
This unexpected gory vision
Evoked an A&E decision.
Thank goodness arteries were spared;
His wife, of driving somewhat scared,
Drove safely there down a dark lane
And got her courage back again.
This nasty shock upset their day
But she, without fear, drives away
He, bandaged, as the pain subsides,
Thinks: «Cave Canem» still applies!
(c) Poet in the woods 2018
Mosaic in the Poet's House, Pompeii
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