Night held me as I crawled and scrambled near
The Turkish lines. Above, the mocking stars
Silvered the curving parapet, and clear
Cloud-latticed beams o’erflecked the land with bars;
I, crouching, lay between
Tense-listening armies peering through the night,
Twin giants bound by tentacles unseen
You can read the rest of the poem here http://allpoetry.com/poem/8546973-The-Turkish-Trench-Dog-by-Geoffrey-Dearmer
Or listen to it here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lTh2dICJerM