GRRRRRRRRRR!!

 That low register monotone growl,
 emanating from his gut,
 menacing oscillations of grinding gears
 command you to move the fuck back.
 
 Stay still,
 give him space enough 
 to assess your spirit.
 
 It’s always personal with them.
 
 That eloquence of duty,
 heightened senses in overdrive,
 the visceral gauge of your essence,
 smelling past fear for any bad intent;  
 wet nose story construction, 
 merely the first stage of judgment.
 
 Then the stare; not into your eyes
 but through your flesh and marrow
 to a hidden nature
 you might not even know,
 painful mutilation leading to annihilation.
 
 Lastly the ears perked and directed,
 scanning for any suggestive sound
 of weakness or threat.
 
 Best stay calm and still.
 
 With a favorable verdict 
 you can relax
 and enjoy membership
 in his pack.
 
 But then again, he does look malicious,
 and just may be wired 
 to toy with you a bit
 before he takes a bite
 out of your leg.
 
 You’ll find out soon enough.