Which glue binds them
we may never know
nor do they themselves
the pack launches itself
across the brow of the hill
the leader, breed unknown,
bigger then the rest,
guides them unpredictably,
but with hidden purpose
sometimes you see them
stop and howl and yelp
and jump and play
as dogs do, then they move
on and bring disaster
to the unsuspecting
bloodied they rest,
not knowing when their
next meal comes,
yet knowing their days numbered
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