The Wolf's Cry. - Poem by Ben mcelfresh
In the darkness of the night
I hear the wolf's cry
He cries for his family
Long gone in the dead of winter
All alone with no one to guide him
Alone to fend for himself.
Fear creeping in his mind
Thoughts of death scare the young wolf
This his first time alone
He knows only to follow instinct.
As the morning creeps up on him
So does the hungry lion*
Smelling the scent of blood
Dripping from the lion's teeth
The young wolfs launches himself at unspecting prey
Finally the wolf has made it's first kill.
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