Skunked...

Poor Edison;
He just wanted to warn the fellow off.
My wife went into action right away.
"It's not a skunk! It's mace or pepper spray.
Call the police - call animal control!"

The cops were out in fifteen minutes.
Even the sargeant came out to have his say.
"Yeah that's a skunk" they said and drove away.

They'll talk about this downtown for a week;
Of the majesty of ordinary things,
And the travails late February brings.

(A poem by Ken Volonte. Yes, Edison is a dog.)

Photo: flickr (normy)