Maple’s Tail

I am just a little wolf
In labradoodle clothing.
You may think I am a goof
When, asleep, I go roving.

But I have the wild instinct,
At least so in my deep dream,
To hunt and prowl my precinct
To maintain my self-esteem.

So I will do tricks for you
And you may feed me your snack.
But don’t think that’s all I’ll do
When I run wild with my pack.