Death of a She Wolf
Eyes, gleaming bright
in the dark, in the night.
She hears her mate's howl;
even hears the call of a lonely owl.
Fur, beautiful silver shine;
Her features, all female fine.
Her mate is still calling,
the sound on her ears are falling.
She attempts to make her move;
but hears the fall of a horse's hoof
The hunter! He's back!
Wolf furs...... he has a stack!
Her life now is in extreme danger;
no help from the previous ranger!
She's shy and hides away;
Why did this hunter stay?
Her heart thunders in her chest;
She has to be the most clever, the best!
She slips through snow covered brush;
This is a life or death rush!
He sees her run!
Now begins his fun!
He takes aim.... and pulls the trigger;
down falls her beautiful figure!
Red covers the silver fur;
He has shot, killed her!
Far on a distand ledge;
her mate is waiting, standing on edge!
Concentrating, flicking his ears;
but no sound from her he hears!
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