Sir slinks around the edge of the garage
ever so hesitantly,
then abruptly
alert to something beyond my gaze
he stops.
I gently coax him on,
a shield from the danger he fears
when his relentless adversary appears
And he sprints safely through my open door
to inhale cat chow and snooze for awhile
before again braving his chosen world
where the nemesis,
affectionately called Goober,
lurks.
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