Silent paws trotting
On a well beaten trail
Alone in the wilderness
So young and so frail.
Little yips, unanswered
The moon is now his guide
Looking for his pack mates
Or have all of them just died?
He sniffs the dampened ground
And senses men everywhere
The silence is deafening
No howls in the air.
Oh why did he venture
So far from his den
While his pack fell silent
At the hands of men?
His stomach is growling
But the hunger he'll endure
His pack family is out there
It's their blood he smells for sure.
He stops in his tracks
And raises his head up high
The terror overwhelms him
As he lets out another cry.
Still there is no answer
He can't understand why
He will follow their trail
Or it's for sure that he will die.
For days now he has travelled
His spirit and body gone week
He lies down in white clover
No more energy left to speak.
Soon the soul hovers
Over this tiny, frail pup
Whose future now will be guarded
As his soul travels up.
What right do men have
To take life from a living thing
That has no way to defense itself
Against a human being.
The wolf is a symbol
A brother, A friend
Now it's time for action
Before his existence comes to an end!
Auteur: Oakpaw | ||
Gecontroleerd door: fox_bert | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 11 mei 2005 | ||
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