I am the wolf, a loner at heart.
You are the human, and will rarely if ever see me.
I roam the wilderness forests
mountains of this earth that we share.
I mate for survival, as you do
and I help my mate raise our pups in the warmth of our den,
nurturing and watching
them grow and play,
as you do with your human young.
We run as a pack family,
and our members are as close as those in yours.
When a member is lost, we grieve, but go
just as you do.
When I am hungry, I must hunt for myself and my family,
for that is all I know.
There are no stores to cater to my
Some of you have said that I am a killer,
a cold-blooded hunter of death,
but when I kill, it is to feed my family,
I only take the old, sick, and weak,
who will die regardless.
I don't kill to hang heads for trophies on my walls,
as you do.
Now I am the hunted, by you.
You are afraid of me, because you don't understand me.
You think I am taking from your herds of plenty,
big game hunters for their tourist dollars.
Yes, you are afraid of me, but I can't hurt you.
You are the one with the power to destroy my kind.
You set your traps to torture me,
and send your helicopters to kill me from the air.
I cannot fight you, for that
is not my way
That is yours.
I only want my freedom
to run, live, and sing to the moon.
I will share this earth with you in peace
as long as you let me.
I am the Wolf