Listen hard..what is that sound?
It's a wolf's howl... skyward bound
As you wonder what is being said
Images flash into your head
You see a forest thick and green
Oh it is truely a beautiful scene
And then you see by a distant wood
A wolf that disappears from where it once stood
It appears again running upon the ground
Running swiftly, yet without a sound
A thing of beauty, a thing of grace
A thing of power here is it's place
After awhile you come to see
It is not one but a family
They seem at peace as they run and play
As far as they are concern they's love to stay
They fill the air with a sound like none other you have ever heard
Their howl so powerfull it startles a distant bird
Through their howls and cries, their thanks they send
And an old severed bound begins to mend
But suddenly they are gone, only silence remains
Their blood is now splashed apon the trees and grains
The wolves are gone for they are all dead
What else is there that can possible be said
What once could have been saved, is now forever gone
And you shall never again hear their beautiful song
You mind returns now from where it once came
Where there still is life, still wild, not tame
And as you hear the distant howl again
And all of your hairs stand on their end
You realize that now this is very real
And their deaths you should most definently feel
As you listen to teh lone pup's cry
Ask yourself....Do they deserve to die?
