I walk slowly through the dark forest,
Rain pounding on all surfaces,
The ground moist beneath my paws,
The wind gusting through my teeth,
My ears keen and ever listening,
For the sound of my prey.
The pitter-patter of rabbit feet,
then the soft rustle of a deer
Its scent fills my nostrals
its heart beat is all I can hear
And the ground rushes beneath me,
The thrill of the chase,
closing in for the kill, I jump
my teeth sink deeply into its flesh
sweet blood rushing in
a satisfying meal for one as me
I pull the carcus back to my den
and wake the pups so they can dig in
A lone wolf in the wilderness
exiled for the Alpha male was killed
There's no room for the old Queen B,
When her Alpha is magot food.
So alone in the forest
With only my two pups
exiled from the pack,
the only family i've ever known
The rain falls all around us,
our small pack of three
simply becuase there was no room for me
My head is raised high, howling into the night,
I am a Wolf, and I shall never cry.

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