To clueless on the cellphone walking her dog near the apartment

I saw you coming with your prissy dog,

and I moved my solid dog twelve feet away

from the sidewalk where you'd pass by;

But you came my way anyway.

You brought your little sofa dog

three feet away from us and upset mine.

He jumped without warning, wrapped his leash around my knee,

sliced the tender back of it with the nylon webbing,

threw me into the tree that stopped him from running after you.

Did you even take the cell phone away from your ear?

Did you hear my scream?

"Not my problem!" you yelled back.

Right. Next time, my dog won't give way 

to your expensive rug rat. 

Next time, you can fall into the bushes

and hope yours runs fast enough.

Not my problem.

July 4, 2012