'06 Poem by Ima Ryma

She was born in two thousand six.
Oh six thus did become her name.
She had a prime wolf bag of tricks,
And through the years gained worldwide fame.
The Yellowstone Park was her home.
She hunted bigger prey with skill,
A stalking loner on the roam,
Outsmarting the prey she would kill.
Inside the Park she was safe from
Humans who would want to hunt her.
She liked to roam, the day would come
She'd roam outside the Park for sure.

Hunters shot and killed her one day.
Outside the Park she was the prey.