City Prey

Early morning, someone screamed

By Gracie Mansion* and it seemed

A big white dog had found its prey

And grabbed a squirrel, lithe and gray.

 

The owner, frazzled, yelled and cried;

Her pleas for help were not denied,

For suddenly a man appeared

And found the proof of what I’d feared.

 

He lifted, by its fuzzy tail,

The squirrel, which did not prevail,

Despite its expertise and speed,

With running from a hunting breed.

 

The hero let a moment pass

Then tossed the body in the grass,

An ending many did observe

But even squirrels don’t deserve.

 

*the residence of the mayor of New York City