anyone up for a dose of mid- morning poetry?

i walked down to my entry way (still in my bath robe at 11:35 a.m. - just the way i like it) to let Liza the Cat out to begin her regularly scheduled afternoon reign over the happenings of our quiet little neighborhood (via her perch on our porch) and i stumbled upon the following (very dramatic) scene:

but what is the moral of this story? (you may ask, and really, why wouldn't you think to ask such a poignant question?)

Never underestimate the LITTLE GUY.