Walking down the street, your hear a barking,
and turn in time to see, a mouthful of teeth
heading for your throat. You duck and you turn
and run like _____, to a half-built boat
and grab a plank. The feet that have
paced you prepare for a lunge
and as it jumps, then you swing.
The head and face compress like a sponge
snapping, as it hits a bright metal thing.
Its brains on the wall, to your knees now you fall
The tears fall their grief
at extinguishing life like a leaf.