Forest Nymph by Hans Heyerdahl (1890)
Pluto and Proserpine by Edward James Physick (1849)
French bulldog-
And i saw you,
Panting, struggling to climb even the faintest hill,
Unable to see or even smell the treat I gave you with pity.
And i tried to see the wolf,
If you were still of its kind.
I could only see a tortured beast, dulled and skinned of its past greatness.
It is all I saw behind those glassy eyes.
And i cried,
Oh how i cried.
I howled for the skinned forest,
For the violated land,
For our dull and lazy bodies,
I begged for everything that isnt anymore.
And i screamed at God,
For how could he let his kids destroy everything he created ?
Wassernixen by Josef Wawra (1920)