The woods. A,A,B,B,A
It was a cold winter's night as the breeze brushed
passed their faces.
passed their faces.
Leaving not, any traces.
Listening to all the whispers outside in the wild.
As the caring mother huddled over her only child.
While time ticks by they begin to see bases.
They hurry and move to find more shelter further in the wood.
Itching there they stood.
Moaning as the wolf cub tagged along.
They both tried to stay strong.
But then they appeared, the men in hoods.
Firing non stop the wolves fled.
They were about to fire at their head.
Running, the mum stopped and turned.
Charging like a rhino herd.
All The humans fleed in dread.
She turned around in an awful pain.
Then as it started to acid rain.
And As the moon appears upon the sky.
Right before her very eyes.
Her child was in bane.
She looked around and started to cry.
She didn't get to say goodbye.
She lay on the ground and cringed at the sky.
She couldn’t see well she had a black eye.
Opening her mouth and closing again……
is it over will we see her again?
is it over will we see her again?
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