Poet 11586

Farm house dog

as i started wandering,
prairie roads
to see where they would go,
traveling just far enough to meet
a need and avoid the enemy.
turning back tired of leg and
satisfied in accomplishment,
a conqueror of the frontier,again,
nexttime to push beyond
the next few farms
and as i approached each
island of tree and building,
scanning with
nervous eye.
looking for movement
that signaled ambush.
straining of ear for clues
to direction and stealth.
i'd pick up speed as best i might,
clutch my meager defenses
and celebrate once passed
safe, for this yet again,
from the natural enemy
of bicycle;
farmhouse dog.