{"sf1_id":617664,"sf2_id":"k1V07o7m","title":"The Tribes of Dog","author":"Huskyteer","words":119,"posted_at":"2013-11-24T09:06:00.000Z","tags":["Canine","Coyote","Dingo","Dog","Jackal","Maned Wolf","Poem","Poetry","Wolf","african wild dog"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/617664-the-tribes-of-dog","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/k1V07o7m","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/0e/bc/0ebcad40-6c15-406b-a963-1b2b27eb872a","description":"#1 of Poetry\n\nI can't draw, so you get this verbal painting instead.","content":"The Alpha Pair begins the song  \nCalling to the clans along the snow  \nWhale-ivory sinew-strung on whiter pelts.\n\nThe Old Man Tawny walks from the Dreaming  \nOn hard cracked pads; shakes off the red dust  \nCurls his yellow tail, and sits.\n\nTwo black-backed tricksters next  \nAcross the border of the old world and the new  \nClasp sly paws to whisper mischiefs in each other's ears.\n\nThe Painted matriarch  \nClicks and sparks with shells and beads  \nFreckling her pied-cloud-constellated fur.\n\nLastly, the maned, masked Mayan  \nThat shy high-stepping apple-eater of the pampas  \nTurquoise-clawed and quetzal-quilled.\n\nJoined in a ring, they lift their white throats taut  \nAnd fill the firelight with a starry note  \nThe song of the Tribes of Dog.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Poetry","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/653869-rodentia.json"}}