A Wolf's Plea

[saveawolf]

yess it be longs here thire being killed


this poem goies out to them


The aerial shooting of wolves in Alaska has begun once again.
They are losing a battle they they find hard to win.

As I walk alone into the night,
Scared and lonely with no more fight.

I try to think of what is was that made them hate me so,

Somebody out there please hear my cries,
I'm tired and lonely. I don't want to die.

I am lost and wondering with no place left to go,
My loved ones were taken down below.

The shadows of wings came flying over above,
I had turned my head to see nothing but blood.

Nothing for me to do but run,
Oh, how they had taken the ones I love.

I hide behind a tree,
Hoping they won't see me.

Trying to catch my breath,
All I hear is death.

Why have they forsaken me,
Taking our souls and our dignity.

I run away as far as I can,
Knowing tomorrow there will be Wings landing again.

So if you hear my cries across the skies,
Please ask them for me. Why?

And when they look at you with a grin,
With an answer that makes no since.

Please tell them for me,
That I now too have wings to fly.


Wolfwhisper/2004
Cynthia Minde
Apache Junction, Arizona