I aspire to be the king
of the noble wolf pack  
the alpha male who makes the first tracks  
in the fresh fallen snow in the high country

the privilege of being  
a quick coyote would be a fine thing as well
filling the desert night with songs, yelps that beguile
the most clever of beasts who hear me  

a shepherd circling the wooly ones
earning a good bone, some meat left on the lamb shank
and the praise and ear rubbing of my master  
this too would be grand  

yes, this canine world
could be rich

mostly, I suppose  
I just want to have four legs
and **** on trees