Dog Days

I am the master of the hunt

Keeper of mongrel and mutt

By my command let slip the dogs of war

And be humbled canid of lore

Old Black Shuck who guards my sleep

As Argos nestled at my feet

The kennel is my Kingdom 

And both hound and bitch 

Pup, cur and whelp

My vassels be

All breed and blood came to my call 

And were mastered by my hand

Then came the day 

Of that very strange morn

When I awoke to find a chain upon my own neck

And the Dog

Walked me