A Wolf's View
I am strong, I am lean
I am part of the restless pack
I am a great wolf on the run
swift of foot and living free.
When I stare at your world
I see fat dogs that look like me.
They don't hunt, they just wait
until you feed them.
When I am hungry, I often
want to eat one.
I work hard for my food
I hunt with the pack
thrill with the chase
the exhilaration
howling with my snout uplifted
thanking the moon in my wake.
Then in sheer exhaustion
I sleep under an open sky
safe in the warmth of the pack
in all kinds of weather
proud and secure with my kind.
Your dogs have human warmth
but have lost their instincts
coddled by humans who are
afraid to put them out at night
afraid they will be cold
afraid they can't survive.
They are not free like me
I am not imprisoned
by soft humans.
I am not soft, nor was I
meant to be soft.
I am a canine, strong and free.
Written on 2/5/2017
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