Lonely Wolf

She sits alone upon the hill
Her midnight black fur lined with the silver glow of moonlight
The blue-tinted grass she sits on,
Dances in the breeze
The wind that ruffles her fur,
Seems to whisper truth into her ears
Her tears, like silent raindrops fall
She turns her head towards the sky
The moon, shining down on her,
Seems to cry for her tonight.

She sits alone upon the hill
She lets out a soft howl,
Which carries far on the wind
But no reply,
Her tears, like silent raindrops fall
Onto the solid ground below.

She sits alone upon the hill
Faint footsteps slowly creep to her,
She doesn't hear them
Then the deafening roar of a gun shot
Carries across on the wind
Her tears, like silent raindrops fell
Her body, suddenly drained of life,
Fell upon her puddle of salty tears.

She lays alone upon the hill
The hunter who's steady aim took her,
Left her on the hill
The moon, shining down on her,
Seems to cry for her tonight
She lays alone upon the hill.