by Alonna Miller
(El Dorado Springs, MO, USA)
I am the hunter and the huntedTo live quietly and in peace is all I've wantedYou rarely see me, I stand silently guarding; I see youI remain hidden in the trees, in the morning dewYou hear me though, that chilling mournful cryMy voice, the howl, as I raise my head to the skyI pray to my ancestors the spirits of long pastFor my survival, I will fight fiercely till the lastI am feared, for reasons I don't know whyI only hunt and kill to surviveJust like you, I protect my family, my landYou hunt, kill me, is my dead body a trophy of grandI am the wolf, the beast you always fearYou hear my howls but don't see my tearsWith the natives of this land, I lived in peaceNow hidden I stand guard to ensure my survival; at least
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