What kind of wolf would you become
If suddenly your shape were changed,
Your atoms tossed and rearranged?
The wolf of old obeyed the drum
Of hunger, leading him to find
A meal from scraps we left behind.
A bond sprang up, the guesswork goes,
Between the two societies
Who fought their common enemies.
But freedom-loving souls oppose
Domestication as too mild,
Preferring life led in the wild.
The wolf remains a predator
Attracting stories, songs, and lore.
What wolf would you most like to be,
A proto-dog or wholly free?
©2019 Michael Fraley
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