Hounds in the House

I came to this in doubt
with narrowed eyes measure
the soft flow of words thrall
leaving abrupt silent

your dreams are tiger's schemes
all of us bound together
you get plenty to eat
only words shoulder the load

I am a hunters dog
trained, fed and foolish
I want to earn my bone
a soft home. Earn your own

Grand the worm yields his own
not the stealing old crow