Though the sign says: Beware of Dog

You still chose to approach the gate

Soon welcoming a twisted fate

A brain that’s clouded with dense fog

What’s the internal dialogue?

Then, you’re standing next to the fence

You can’t be noble; you’ve no sense

A mindset like that must harden

Like concrete waters a garden

The jaws of justice will dispense.

Prompted from Ronovan Writes Decima Poetry Challenge Prompt at: https://ronovanwrites.com/2021/10/20/ronovan-writes-decima-poetry-challenge-prompt-no-80-garden-in-the-d-rhyme-line/.

Prompted from Francis the Frenchie’s Daily Phrase Challenge at: https://francisthefrenchie.com/2021/10/21/francis-the-frenchies-daily-phrase-challenge-october-21-2021/.

Prompted from Daily Spur at: https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2021/10/20/noble/.