Song of the Dogs & Song of the Wolves

Song of the Dogs

They are thouroughly domesticated
and some unfortunates
are driven to the point of cowering.
They will gladly beg
for a bone
and to receive table scraps -
is to be in Heaven.
They will affectionately lick
the master's hand -
whether it offers 
a benevolent pat
on the head -
or a cruel beating.
They are esteemed -
for their
loyalty
and service.

Song of the Wolves
They must endure
the twin hardships
of hunger and cold,
their home the frozen
tundra.
They often starve
when game is scarce
and the hunt
has gone badly.
And if these sufferings
were not enough,
many of their kind are 
shot,
scarlet blood
staining
the stark whiteness of snow.
They are hated -
deemed as useless
- but
they are
FREE.