They're there by my heel,
Eternally, a resting trot at which they pace,
However my speed they, consistent in theirs,
Guide the path I carve in nature.
Ever reminded am I that I, of the species human so destructive to nature,
Am still a child of the Earth,
A seedling in growth.
Developing ever further, guided at the heel.
Green, green, evergreen spirits,
My kindred canines, most loyal of companions,
Though domesticated they are far from, humble they make me.
In modesty they create me; from Earth's soil I am born.
A feeling at my heel, my spirit alights!
They are there with me - one pure white as the drifting snow in the coldest months, mottled with gray icy pigment;
One marbled majestic colours of fallen leaves and the damp earth underfoot.
To my own body I feel my spirit,
Swivelling ears at the head, the base of a tail to the base of my spine.
Wild, canine, one half of me,
Completing my body to make a whole.
Most understood is my Therianthropy -
Society thinks of me as an 'oddball'.
Understanding am I of their outcasting of me,
For this species is a panic theory at best.
Too rapid the change for consistency!
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