Devolution

She lives
a life on rent,
and slogs
to smithereens,
presented with
snarls,
evolved abuse,
a manic thrill,
of a cerebellum
drunk on tenterhooks,
and
an onslaught of  words
that pierce
to the
osteoporotic bone.

And while being
vilely cursed
and
compared
to the
female of the
canine species,
she wonders....

The actual
female
of the canine species,
sits
in solitary splendour,
on the carpet,
nuzzling the armchair leg,
tail occasionally wagging,
ears ,
sometimes drooping,
sometimes alert,
sensing the arrival
of someone
with some goodies
solely for her.....
A back rub,
a neck scratch,
and maybe,
just maybe,
some complimentary words.

Two scenes.
Is that evolution
(or devolution)
today
in
a dog-hates-bitch world...?