don't tell me animals don't feel

'i don't hate you,' sobbed the raven to the canary, his black feathers all ruffled and bloodied. but she never sang a melody for him and so, she twisted her beak away and never looked back.

'tell me now,' broke the wolf to the hyena, 'why do you cry to the earth instead?' she shook her big throat and she laughed, 'the devil always listens.'

'when you're gone,' whispered the hound to the fox, 'it feels like forever.'