No Love Lost

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I hold no hatred
But sing no songs
For the progeny
Of wolves
That lap and drool
In droves and dens
Upon the lonely
Legions of lovers
Of domestic beasts.

I see how humankind
Has lost its mind
With its senseless,
Vain subservience
To hair-bound, soft-eyed,
Sycophantic quadrupeds.

Their human minions
Meet their defecator demands,
Plan around their hirsute masters’ schedule,
Examine their stools to divine
The proper diet or the proper vet.

It is their choice,
So be it.
They do it if they can,
And millions can.

I live a bark-free,
Hair-free,
Unleashed
Life.

I am a solitary creature
Who creeps quietly
Around the howling hordes.

– Americans spend $40 million a year on pet food and house 78 million dogs.