Oh, wolf out there in the woods,
Take my offering and show yourself.
Your beautiful black fur holds a secret
And your blue eyes show the amazing things you've seen.
Come out, come out of where you hide
And I promise to follow you kindly.
The poachers pass by as I protect you at will,
But I would never forget,
The way that you protected me has scarred me for life.
Tearing up the men and forcing them away,
I owe you my life.
Oh, wolf out there in the woods,
Take my offering and show yourself.
May 28/2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem