Song of the Dogs/ Song of the Wolves

Song of the Dogs They are thoroughly 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.