The Snow Wolf
The Moon was high and wind did blow
when last I looked upon the Snow.
A darkened night and freezing bed,
though little danger lay ahead.
I stood in twilight's stark embrace,
the Winter biting at my face.
The Morning broke with one sharp crack,
the Dead leaves rustle at my back.
I woke my cub to morning light,
and prepared us for the daily fight.
A simple life upon the snow,
is all that we should ever know.
Happy, free with no ill will,
a day, perfectly fulfilled.
Though cruelty finds us in the end,
through a greedy predator and his friend.
Whose heartstrings surely feel no tug,
To see me laid out as a rug.
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