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It was a swift cold wind that blew that night

and the snow lay deep in drifts

and the traveler journied far from home

as the air he gently sniffs

He left a trail of blood on the frozen snow

for his feet were frozen and raw

but food he must find and very soon

as he licked his bleeding paw

Far away in a hidden mountain den

was his mate and their cubs of four

and for two days now he had lain by her side

by the new cubs that she had bore

and food was what he was after now

as he pawed neath the snow and the ice

for babies need milk to give them strength

or else they will pay the price

but food was little and very scarce

as he limped down the frozen trail

and he wondered what the night would bring

for the new moon shown silver and pale

Then a snamp and a crackle there in the brush

ah, food for his life time mate

but it was the cold sound of a rifle shot

and he knew it was then too late

He slumped and fell on the frozen ground

and rolled down a snow white hill

and oh, the pain he could hardly bare

and he lay there whimpering and still

Now his mind went back to yesterday

and to the safe place where he had been

as he played with his baby cubs

in the quiet of his snug warm den

He tried to stand but he couldn't move

for the bullet lay deep in his back

and he thought that surely she would come to look

and find him by his scent and his track

but hours went by as he cried his anguished wail

but there came nothing , no sight and no sign of her

and the snow lay crimson from his oozing blood

that matted his blue grey fur

next morning he lay there cold and stiff

in that bloody and frozen spot

and he never heard her lonesome wail, for his spirit had flown

was gone and he heard her not

She found him there, her life long mate

she kissed him there, her mate with such beauty and pride

and sorrow broke her heart in to

for if wolves can cry, that day she did

as she snuggled close to her love and died