I see that serrated edge,
and will raise you two fists;
your bite is only slightly less sharp
than your  bark.
Being snagged along its teeth
isn’t my favorite morning ritual.
Getting even is in the cards.
But if I don’t swallow
my thirst for revenge,
it may swallow me –
what hollow grasping!
No matter where the chips fall,
I choose to take the high road and fold,
so bark away.
I don’t need to follow suit!
Odds are,
while you win the battle,
I will win the war.

What are your thoughts?