The black dog wags its tail
At least the little stump it has
Sniffing the ground maybe putting it marks
Before running dignified away
The marks of territory
No other canines should cross
The black dog will chase them away
“You don't come to my marked places
The fierce looking black dog
Sometimes it runs after the enemies
Barking and inching for a fight
The dog owner shouting at his top of his voice
The black dog concedes defeat
Wags its tail and walking back
The other dogs may have said
“You have no balls!”
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