of course chihuahuas
are always hiding behind the master's leg
when they say come and get me,
the instincts of maybe a mexican fighting dog
tethered together
with the bone mass of a chicken
and today my little hairless huitzilopochtli
is yapping about infringement on a
domain that's no greater than
the step ahead
and the same step behind
and the old dogs in the park
don't know what to think
sure they've had a shrew or two
and that size not so long ago
we dance around
hubris (hubris in a much less classical sense)
careful not to step on
the little thing
the yelp could be crucifying
no less
what other walkers might think