Like a terrier
spitting fire
at the German Shepherd.
'He'll get the Fokker,
chasing as a Hurricane,
not to miss
that Messerschmidt,
just hound it,
get that tail,
it'll wag no more
when we hit that pack
it'll run,
tail 'tween legs
for mercy ity begs.
Fed
with lead.'
No fun,
that dogfight in the sky.
George BernardBloodyShaw
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dogfight-in-the-sky/
