I wander from room to room
And field to pond.
When the wind whips up,
I park myself near the house.
Fragrances hit me like a train,
And overwhelm my senses,
Driving me towards desperation.
When you talk to me, I listen.
I kindly acknowledge your desires.
You brush my back.
And there are things I like about you.
But instinct rules my nature,
And if the pack came today,
With little reluctance…I would go.
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