I See That Serrated Edge

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.