The Bad Good Boy Haters

The dogs knew he was nervous.

The animals felt his fear.

And he was alone in his feelings.

Didn’t know they were here.

In between in-between and

So unseen.

No one notices their making.

Like, Santa Clause loves your baking.

Set it out for his taking.

Now, is it the earth that’s shaking?

Or is it his fear filled quaking?

Is he generating

What he keeps on making?

Or is this another yank on his chain?