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.