A Wolf Poem!
Heh, Arctic and I were talking about what happens when you get old(No, you are NOT old Arctic...), and I remembered this really cool wolf poem and decided to post it...hope you all like it! ---WhiteWolf
AN OLD WOLF
I AM AN OLD WOLF. PITY ME. PITY ME.
ONCE WITH THE PACK I WAS YOUNG, AND FREE.
NOW MY FUR IS THIN, I FEEL THE COLD.
PITY ME, PITY ME, FOR I AM OLD.
I AM ALONE, A WOLF ALONE.
ON OTHER TERRITORY I CANNOT ROAM.
I HUNT, BUT I AM NOT THE SAME.
I NEED SHELTER FROM SNOW OR RAIN.
ALWAYS I MUST FLEE.
I AM OLD AND TIRED, PITY ME, PITY ME.
YET WHEN THE TIME COMES,
WHEN I MUST DIE,
WHEN THE STARS SHINE ON THEIR DARK SKY,
I ASK - "GIVE ALL MY KIND WILDERNESS!"
THEN THEY WILL SING THEIR SONGS, THEY ARE FREE!
THEN THERE IS NO NEED TO PITY ME, PITY ME.
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