The Lupus Was a She
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The lupus was a she
howling at an orange winter moon
baying for a he
with pups yelping unison in tune.
“Where could Daddy be?”
They question Mother as she softly moans.
"Just wait there and see.
He'll bring luscious catch of meat and bones."
A lone wolf was a she
to weak to gather food with all the pack.
Hunters on a spree
had left their nasty bullets in her back.
By moonset came he
with bones and meat to feed his hungry ones.
On red snow lay she
and he let out a howl to rising sun.
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