The Dog on Highway 20
by Sarah Gallazin

The dog on Highway 20 waits
He lurks behind the fence
To hapless riders peddaling by
He always takes offence
He'll snarl, and growl, and chase you down
On murder he is bent
And you are left
To wonder where
Your peaceful bike ride went
I know the rules
I ridden far
'With traffic always go..'
But when I pass the Hound from Hell
I always cross the road