When A House Ant Sleeps.
Testing, testing a strange dog has entered the village,
our dogs are bar
What is this?” Maria has two small dogs, calls asks
me to chase the big dog; Why me? Do I look like hero?
Pick up stones, wave a stick, shout: “bad dog,” and in
Portuguese holler “Vai para casa! ” (Go home!)
The dog, it is big, ignores me I throw a stone and hit,
it yelps, runs off. I cannot sleep, perhaps it has been
abandoned by a cruel owner who thought the dog too
kind to go rabbit hunting. I’m a hero no else dared
confront the monster, I bask in their glory but I’m
a fraud, yet in the morning I strut through the village,
admiring glances from the women by the well; yeah,
it feels nice to be a hero, if the
I’m ready, the people there throw stones at an enemy
armed with rockets and really need a hero like me on
their side.
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