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I hear a whine, I hear a call
I thought I was asleep
I'm sleeping no more

I hear a cry, I hear a pain
I can't just sit by, I can't just remain
Through the window pane, through the frosted glass
I see a slow moving shadow, I see a slow moving mass

The moon is bright, the ice is cruel
The dark night is alive, it's nowhere for fools
The sky is black as space, a moon the only the face
The Stars hide far away, this lonely space where no one plays

I hear a lonesome cry, I hear a sorrowful whine
With torch in hand, I decide I will find
I follow the icy caws of the gathering murder flight
They wait for the calls to fade so they can feed tonight

I follow instinct under torch light
The cries are weaker now, he thinks no one can hear his plight
I see a shadow of mass moving just out of sight
I quicken my pace and call, I've heard your plight

Now near the dark road, now near the cold stream
I move the bushes, I move the shrubbery to see
Him sitting by her side, her body shaking in the savage night
I wrap my coat around her, I tell him that she'll be alright

He looks into my eyes and knows I'm here by his side
I run back to my house, car keys I do find
I rush them to the vet, I sit and wait by his side
Like we've known each other all our lives, we pray for her to survive

After some time he settles his posture and rests his head on my thigh
I tell him it's going be alright, I tell him she's going to survive this night
An hour goes by, we sit together waiting side by side
The door opens and he hears her call telling him that she's alright

He jumps into my arms, he nudges his face into my chest and looks me deep in the eye
The vixen is the love of his life and they are now friends of mine
A field in my land I give to them, I make sure they have food to survive
I build a shelter for them, so they know that they can survive the coldest night

I hear a whimpering cry, a howl, a sound that wakes me in the night
With torch in hand I follow where I heard the cries

Amazed I am, I cry tears of pride

Four Cubs are born under the stars tonight.
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