by Paige Pfannenstiel

Created on: May 02, 2008

The wolf wakes up,
And lifts its head,
And crawls out,
From its mossy bed.

Sniffing the air,
With its long nose,
It runs from the den,
Like a river it flows.

It barks a loud howl,
And gathers its friends,
Who now have emerged,
From their rocky dens.

They race through the trees,
From place to place,
At a running speed,
None else can pace.

They sweep their long tails,
And run over the hill,
And with their snouts,
They smell the kill.

The first one signals,
To circle round,
"Come on," he said,
"Let's take him down."

The wolves obeyed,
And around they crept,
Then all at once,
The crouched and leapt.

The moose bellowed,
And tried to run,
But with no avail,
The battle was won.

There the moose lay,
Down in the grass,
And it eyed them with hate,
As it said in a rasp.

"I know why you take me,
Away from this life,
You need me today,
Through hunger and strife."

The first wolf nodded,
And said to the prey,
"Thank you so much,
For understanding today"

The wolves thanked it again,
And dragged it back,
To save the life,
Of their hungry wolf pack.

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