I Was Right: The Little Dog

I did not think to invite,
But I soon learned I was right,
As I pondered my own plight
In the middle of the night.

So concerned and too uptight,
As for me, he was a fright,
While he stayed right out of sight.
But, the small dog did not bite.

In the truth of broad daylight,
With this dog, his lack of height
Did not register his might,
Made me worry re his plight.

The perspective from a kite,
There would never be a fight.
To my ankles, no, not quite,
And so much to my delight.

Even little dogs can be frightening in the night.