Cloth man, stuffed with straw, stood in the corn field.
Will the lie deceive the crows, weapons wield.
The mad bird squawked, flapping its wings wildly
until the predator left quietly.
When a Possum feels threaten it plays dead.
A brilliant trick, is this creature well read?
If a dog wages its tail with abandon
Is it glad or scared [?] too much depends on…
the CAT, who doesn’t care where the wind blows.
Faker! Pretense! Cats just like to lay low.