Nulyrtumbhurdlesquitlywag

A quick gust of wind

The flick of a tail

I try to gain courage

At that I fail

I inhale just a bit

Then bite down on my lip

My eyes wander from the trail

To the heavens with no avail

I pray for help

And expect none

I twist around

Of course, I run

The trail is cut off

The monster advances

Growling and snarling and baring its teeth

As I look for a rock to crawl underneath

I look back down the path

Realize there's no escape

Looks like an upcoming fight

With the creature of the night

It matters not

I can't win

The teeth!

The fangs!

The feathers!

The fins!

Whatever beast this may be

It really wants to eat me, you see

But right before my inevitable but eminent death

I'd like to name the creature with a final breath

Quick, large, long, and tall!

I hope I brand it before I fall!

Feathers, fins, fangs, and tail!

Bloody hell, time for something off the wall!

Nulyrtumbhurdlesquitlywag