This is a wolf poem for my 20 minutes of free writing to my blog. Hope you enjoy!
She walks alone, no family or friends
With a broken heart that nobody can mend.
Her paws make prints in the soft brown soil
With the hate and sorrow in her body set boil
Making a good situation out of what has happened
is far more difficult than anyone could ever imagine.
Her family and friends no longer walk this path
For they long since passed to the poachers bloodthirsty wrath.
Human beings will soon be our end
This is a fate that us wolves cannot bend.
What have we done to deserve this?
All we have done is survive to pass on our legacy
But you humans give us no chance, you are now our enemies.
There is still hope for forgiveness
But know now that we are not fearless.
We are more alike than you think...