This is another poem (surprise!) inspired by one of those church signs you see . . . this one said, “Do animals go to heaven?”
So . . .
Exhaustion haunts my weary frame
Hunger burns like a dying flame
My feet tread wearily, onward I walk
The key to my life, won’t fit in the lock
Downward I fall, deep into the snow
How long can I last? I really don’t know
Breath comes in short gasps, my lungs barely pump
My shoulder blades sag, my spirit now slumps
A cub licks my face, silent plea to remain
He lays on my neck, snuggles deep in my mane
I heave a deep sigh, no more food could I find
The pup snuggles closer, like he doesn’t mind
My eyes start to close, things starting to dim
Faintly I feel, a new scent on the wind
Humans are approaching, I really should run
I can’t walk if I tried, but I warn off my son
Calm now I wait, don’t know what’s in store
I wonder, when they come, if I’ll feel anymore . . .
“Hey Joe! Got a live one here.”
“What kind?”
“It’s just a gray wolf . . . looks like she’s on a litter.”
“How she’s doing?”
“She’s dying, starvation like the others.”
Joe spat, “They shouldn’t have tried to decrease the elk population, the wolves just don’t have enough food.”
“What do you want to do with her?”
“Can we save her?”
“Nah, she’s too far gone. We could help that cub over there though.”
“Alright . . . what about her?”
“The best thing to do is put her out of her misery.”
“Well . . . you do it then.”
A man strokes my head,
And then raises a gun
I feel sudden dread
Is my life now all done?
hmmm, obviously this is going to need a lot of work. :-/ If I have enough time I’ll come back and work on it.
Note: I’m not a PETA supporter, this simply fit my mood, although I’m against trying to “help” animals in their natural habitats for the most part . . . any comments?
I love this. <3
Awww….creepy and sad but very good.