The Feline-Canine Ballet

The calm cat struts his stuff
What an ass the dog thought
I own this house, not him
But who walks above us

Around here we play rough
No rank is ever bought
The lowest are the dim
The calmest make no fuss

The cat jumps chair to chair
With balance world renowned
Stands at the table's edge
Ready to pounce Shadow

Shadow's no fool, nor cares
Cats can always be found
Up high or under beds
Missile from the silo

From beginning to end
Takes a single moment
Blink and it is all gone
Back to a state of calm

Each waiting to defend
Neither are the hell bend
Definitely Islam
A critter's holy psalm