Companions of the Cave

In ancient days, when earth was young and wild,


Man and wolf did meet ’neath starlit skies.


Near crackling hearths of human kin,


Wolves, bold yet wary, scavenged scraps,

Their amber eyes agleam with hunger’s fire.


Tolerated first, then cherished,


These shadow-beasts grew tame in human gaze,


Their savage hearts softened by hearth’s warm grace.

From wolf to dog, a weaving of fates,


Man’s hand did guide their form and soul.


Tamer spirits, loyal hearts,


Smaller minds yet boundless love,


Dogs arose, distinct from feral kin,


Bound to us by threads unseen.


In hunt they joined, their noses keen,


Tracking quarry through forest’s veil,


Gifting man the bounty of the wild.

Guardians too, with barks like thunder’s call,


They warded homes from lurking foes.


In turn, man shared his fire and feast,


A pact of trust, of life entwined.


Through ages long, our souls did blend,


Man learned the tongue of canine signs,


While dogs, with us, grew wise to human ways.

In blood and bone, our paths converged,


Man’s mind grew sharp, his heart more wide,


Dogs learned to thrive on man’s own bread.


Companions true, they eased our fears,


Their steadfast gaze a balm to weary souls.


Thus, in the tapestry of time,


Man and dog, as one, did rise,


Forever bound, beneath eternal skies.