Bad Shewolf

A loyal wolf there is, More domestic than wild, As it should be, everyone says. But nobody thinks of the reviled. Nobody questions the pain Of loving past instinct, Of loyalty to a fault, All expected from dogs. From a wolf? No such art. Yet the wolf sticks by, Abused and beaten. Her owner wants a dog, Not a rotten creation. Her owner wants a lab, The perfect kind from TV. Nothing of use in his she-wolf, Who is, to him, not a match. You see. No matter the pain, She stays by his side. “I’ll be a lab in his eyes one day,” And her instincts she quietly hides.