Plight of the Wolf
On padded feet they roam
the wintry forests still.
Their existence faded
due to hatred and fear.
Hunted to near extinct,
they nearly disappered.
Instinct rules their world,
they kill to survive
just the same as we.
Seen as savage beasts,
they are hated still
Where's the mercy
and tolerance,
understanding
and compassion
for one of
God's splendid
creations
the wild,
untamed
wolf?
TLH © 06-14-2012
Diminished Hexaverse
Copyright © Tanya Harrington | Year Posted 2012
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