Rather
Look at them on leads
Tails wagging off despair
Than gaze upon
Knocking knobby knees
Noses in the air
Have known both
To be quite mean
Traits forewarning an attack
Bristling of the gnarly nape
Incites barbed fur
Along a tremoring back
Still more intense
If this makes sense
Is the initial fright
Before the bite
In the stare of her
Ice cold eyes