Foxhound

Night falls quickly now.
It sways and washes
away the stains of sun rays
as it weaves it's spangled banner, glowing across the sky.

it was pure evolution that chose this
bond between cold and dark.
even when I am hidden
in some warm hand I can feel
the undying mark of fur and flesh,
bone and blood,
predator and prey.

Seek not to sustain,
we have been taught
by the unforgiving shiver.
Seek only to survive.