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Posted on July 20, 2013

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Howling Wolf

Picture courtesy of true-wildlife.blogspot.com


I run with the wind and the rain
at one with the elements and plains

I run for the hunt and the kill
to feed my young and pack, bellies to fill

I howl at the moon in endless song
crying for all to us done wrong

I run from those who shoot and trap
wishing for time to turn back

I miss those that left us be
who let us roam wild and free

I know that they were like us
feeling alive, the rush

But they too were hunted and trapped
I howl my tears for them so sad

I howl for all lost brothers and sisters
lost to us by evil others

I wonder when the last howl will be
I wonder if it will end with me..?

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