There’s a deer outside the pane Of glass so clear to see That sets the dog to barking howls, A hunter on a spree. A puzzlement the canine is, A hunter by his trade; In the wild would feed upon The prey through woods and glade. While cats and other beasts of prey Are stealthy while they stalk, The goofy dog starts howling first Instead of simply gawk. Providing ample notice to The prey he hopes to catch, Allowing feed to runaway Disappearing through the thatch. Perhaps a dog’s considerate, Give the prey a chance - Make the contest sportsmanlike, An equal in the dance. But I suspect the opposite, He’s just not very bright, Without the kibble in his dish He’d faced down hunger’s blight.