A Dog, I View

In the grasslands I wait, feeling the dirt beneath me 

I stand in all my glory and watch the sun rise to greet me 

The wind barely messes with my coat and my hair 

Though, five yards behind me, a creature lurks near 

In spite of that, my ears flick back and forth 

Searching for a sound I had heard towards north 

My tail sweeps rapidly in agitation and distress 

My hooves feel the earth shake, and I must confess 

The heavy panting and breathing from its maw 

Scared me more than the blood upon its claw 

Its sharp bark is what fully draws my attention 

A horrid howling is the next sound followed by a sick tension 

For out between muddied hills and tall strands of grass 

Comes a monster haggard, vile, and crass 

Despite my legs being made to jump and to run 

I am allowed one kick, one leap before I am done 

There is a snap and a sharp sting ripples through my calf 

As my leg is ripped and forcibly torn in half 

I watch the creature attaches its jaws to my leg like glue 

For behind me staring, is a dog I view.