We were just playing in the field,
my siblings and I,
Just wrestling in the grass
as the sun gave its warmth.
Mother was watching us,
laying peaceful a few feet away.
Always watching the area for
other strangers who come to prey.
Father was hunting and off
for the long day,
As humans had chased all
the food far away.
They came from all sides,
their scent we could all smell.
Mother was up and alert,
ready to protect us well.
Hunters raised their guns
and shots rang out,
As we watched in horror
our beloved Mother fell.
She whispered her love
and gave us the word,
Run for the trees ,
look for Father for he had to have heard.
Into the trees
where he had went,
We ran and ran
looking or a sign of where he went.
We turned around to check
our backs,
Father was racing toward Mother,
not seeing the guns of another hunter.
Another shot rang out
just as he reached his mate,
He fell down beside her,
and knew his fate.
The pups watched in fear
as the hunter left,
They ventured out of the trees
to where their parents had been left.
Alone in the world
with just each other to now,
No parents to teach them
to hunt or live or prowl.
Where are my parents?
Why do they not speak?
They are here cause that's what I see,
the parents we loved laying at our feet...
Whtwolf
