Dog

I am a dog they are all squirrels

it’s pure hunter instinct how I want to chase them

sink my teeth into their necks and shake them till their dead

But i am good and strong and still

content with just looking and glaring

brooding and staring almost ready to pounce

always drawing myself back at the very last second

the hurt hunter instinct beaten to submission

i am a wolf curled up the in laps of my enemy’s

quietly licking the wounds that they gave me

grateful it’s over drawing them closer

hoping they can find the humanity in Me.