Unleashed

A dog, unleashed, made its attack;
Its owner’s focus had gone slack.
I heard a canine yelp of pain;
Such agony it did contain.

The owner of the wounded hound
Scooped up her dog and held her ground.
She screamed in fury, loud and clear,
A tirade meant for all to hear.

She had a point; there is a law
That dogs need leashes. We all saw
The pet who’d charged was running loose;
The owner could have no excuse.

The irony’s what got to me,
For it was plain as it could be
That lack of leash caused to transpire
Unleashing of another’s ire.