Not long ago on a star filled night
Were seen the shadow of wolves running light
When the moon waxed full and waning high
There beaconed the howl of Moon Dancer's cry
The sound of danger was heard in her voice
Warily the pack scattered not given any choice
Because of the stalker who was coming quite near
They left behind their young and cosy warm lair
Heard in the distance was the crack of a gun
And the piercing cry of a wounded companion
They hurried their pace for freedom up ahead
Instinctively they knew some were left for dead
The Alphas had raced ahead of the pack
It being their job to keep them on track
Cautiously they herded them all back around
Stopping to sniff and listening for sounds
They were all led safely back to their mound
Back to the den was where they all were bound
Stealthly they encircled their warm cosy den
Watching for intruders or any signs of men
The subordinate male laid rather still
Giving the Alphas all the horrid details
Visions of death was the pack's awful dread
Knowing they'd find all their pups left for dead
Moon Dancer slowly padded away with head hung low
Howling her anguish toward's the moon's soft glow
God heard her wail and thought with some regret
If only I had made man a little more compassionate
He made us to live harmoniously upon this land
Whether it be an animal or the superior elated man
What right do we have to wipe out this dream
Of the One who will always reign Highly Supreme?
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