November 21, 2007
I cry out one last time.
Where is mommy? Where is daddy?
Am I the only one left?
Oh, will somebody please help me!
Tiny wolf pups
aren’t meant to be alone.
Why did a storm have to come?
I howl and I moan.
I shiver as I wander
through the never-ending snow.
Exasperation overcomes me.
Surviving is what I don’t know.
The storm was plain treacherous,
the hail, the snow, the sleet.
Painful memories haunt me,
as I trudge on my frozen feet.
My mother tried to save me;
my father howled for help.
My mouth is dry, and I can taste the cold.
My poor wolf body can’t even yelp.
I can see a nearby farm,
covered in frozen crops.
The lights are out, and nobody’s home.
On my head, I can feel raindrops.
What is that way up ahead?
Could that be a river?
I run over to the water.
Now I smile as I shiver.
The crystal harbor mist water,
trickles down my throat.
It feels amazing and perfectly cold,
as I snuggle in my coat.
The smell of food haunts me.
I see a man beyond the trees.
I adore the wind in my face,
as I dart I feel the cool breeze.
The leaves crackle beneath me.
I grow a smile as I run.
I can’t wait to get to the food.
Oh boy, this is fun!
Hey, Mom! Hey, Dad!
Oh, wait, they’re not around.
Everything grows silent;
nothing rings a sound.
I feel the frosty air;
the snow is freezing cold.
I stop to take a rest
and see a horrible life unfold.
I’m again the last wolf pup;
tears grow in my eyes.
I continue to trudge along
quite slowly as I cry.
I guess miracles don’t happen.
It’s true: What’s done is done.
I can feel that I won’t make it.
Suddenly, I collapse as I run.
I see a light and Mom and Dad.
I can tell they want to cry.
Teardrops fall like rain,
slowly as I die.
