When a dog startles the wild bee
from the foxglove bell, it'll be
the devil to play. That dog
will think twice before he goes
sniffing around blossoms
where danger lurks. Deceptive,
those finger-like blooms carry
no hope of caress, no promise
of a scratch around the ears.
He'll learn. Not every fox wearing
mittens is ready to romp or play.
Some are tossing their gauntlets,
a challenge that pits character
and faith against consummate odds.