A Bulldog Looked At Me

I passed a bulldog on the street;
He strutted with his master.
His pace was fairly slow, I thought,
Since I was walking faster.

But as our paths crossed, suddenly,
He stopped and gave a look.
I gazed right back and our eyes locked –
One look is all it took.

He wouldn’t budge – his owner tugged;
What spell had he come under?
And all I thought was why’s he staring?
I was filled with wonder.

One final tug, he turned around
And left without delay.
I guess I’ll never know just why
He looked at me that way.