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Written By: Paqtism



I stand alone at the top of the hill and sing my mournful cry,

My mate and cubs are missing I'm not certain why.

I had been out hunting was gone for only a day,

And hurried back with empty jaws so scarce was my prey.

Eager to get home I wasn't gone very long,

But the den was cold and empty and I sensed something was wrong.

The smell of man was everywhere with footprints in the dirt,

And blood shed from my family I knew they had been hurt.

I sat and waited day by day with the hopes they would return,

There wasn't much I could do except quietly sit and yearn.

Why would man come all this way to hunt and shoot them down,

To interrupt their quiet lives when no harm had been done?

Their territory plainly marked and not once did they stray,

For they would rather starve to death than to get in man's way.

The smell of chickens, cows and sheep were so tempting at times,

But instincts warned not to hunt them or they would lose their lives.

And so they livd a quiet life existing on small game,

Careful it was onlt wildlife and nothing that man had tame.

So I could find no reason for the blood shed on that day,

So peacefully we lived here so far out of man's way.

Maybe they'd be coming back my cubbies and my mate,

Wolves are mated once for life so I will sit and wait.

That was many moons ago and still they have not come back,

But I will not stop hoping for the reunion of my pack.

I now know men are murders but still do not know why,

And every night I climb my hill and sing MY MOURNFUL CRY!

Written On: 01/25/2001.DGBD Inc.