I rush through the trees
I hear them hunting me
from them i flee
Is this the end of me?
Between the rocks
down the stream
home is near
I hear them hunting me
Their snarling teeth
Their killing breath
How can this be
Between the rocks
down the stream
home is near
They bite at me
I cry from their hate
How can this be
And now as a fox i am late
dis was really good u should write one about a small little lost white wolf
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like this, i like the story, i think you should had made it a lil longer to let me see more of what happened, but this is good, i enjoyed it