I'm a total wolf lover and this poem is about how I think people treat them. |
My poor little silver wolf You must be quiet, you musn't make a sound Hunters have come for you, my little wolf And with their guns, they will track you down Run, Run far away Turn away now and never look back With people here, this is not the place to stay They will surely shot you with a smack Your life may never be the same You may always be on the run If only this were just a game Where there is never a gun My friend, you must now find a place to sleep For now the sun falls from the sky But only if you make no peep You will stay in this by and by In the morning, the day just repeats the one before You must run all day to save your life Everyday turns into a bore That includes everyday since the ninth More hunters are coming from far away lands To track your soft warm fur They will wear your fur upon their hands But that's all they'll use, they'll take nothing but your fur But now I must say goodbye and good luck For I must leave you for awhile But I would give many a buck To keep you from running that extra mile Goodbye, my little silver wolf I wish you great luck to win your battle Stay proud and strong little wolf For you have the spirit to win many a battle |