Four huskies relax in the grass –
a pup, a juvenile and two adults –
on the sloped bank in front of the house.
I feel comfort being part of the pack.  

Children approach, disturbing the air,
little dust devils prone to tease animals.
My huskies don’t understand meanness.  

I run my huskies inside, surprise my wife,
dismayed, dog hair and all that.
But we won’t lock them in the bathroom.  

I know all creatures are human, like me,
but my tribe plays the speciesism card
and gets away with murder.