Please Save Us!

A wolf once roamed the wild,
free to do as she pleased;
Seeking and searching for what
she did not know.
So much had changed over the years,
the woods were smaller,
The food was scarce
and no one from her pack was near.
They had to travel
far and wide,
Just to catch some prey
to feed them the next day.
She searched everywhere
for something more;
A sign of a better way
to lead her pack each day.
As the sun went down
and the moon arose,
She headed back to
feed those that were close.
With head held high
and eyes on the sky,
She prayed to the Great One
"please don't let my pack die".
We are but few,
the proud and strong,
We are but few
to carry on.
The wolf pack is all
thats left,
Thanks to the ranchers and others
who kill but not for our flesh.
They kill for nothing,
they kill for fur,
They kill for sport
and leave us to rot on the dirt.
Our young must see this
and yet they pray,
That you will say
"enough of this and lead the hunters away.