Wolf Cries
I'm the lone wolf who calls to the moon
to shine on me as I cry and swoon,
I feel the slow death of Mother Nature
as those who abuse her kill her creatures.
The birds and the bees,
the squirrels in trees,
the deer and the hare,
We all know when you care.
We're the gems of the forest.
We won't hurt you if you leave some food for us.
The buffalo sustain us through the winter snow
as we huddle together when cold winds blow.
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: Aug. 15, 2016
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Copyright © Carole Duet | Year Posted 2016
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