EB4
Written by What

Step outside into the fog
Pokey, King trailing behind
Get attacked by a runaway dog
Usually dogs are kind
Went and jumped and bit at me
Felt some strength ebbing away
Then I remembered the cookie
So I ate it--was the only way
To keep myself living, and in the fight
Staring at the dog I swung
The cracked bat and through the night
A sickening cracking sound rung
I was sure I had killed the pup
So still it was, laying on the ground
But then the dog's head shot back up
And away it did bound