my dog got hit by a car, and messed up his leg.

the dog.

the dog licks at his wounds,

sitting in a throne of blood.

he shrinks away from the touch

and when you reach out a hand,

he pulls his lips back against his

teeth, and a low rumble rises from

deep within his throat,

protective of his wounded paw

like a chubby child hoarding a

piece of cake.