The Lost Wolf Pup

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Poem in its entirety reads:

The Lost Wolf Pup

Trotting in silence
On a lonely trail,
Lost in a strange world,
So young, so frail.

His calls unheard,
His tracks unseen.
Who would care to wonder
Where this young wolf pup had been?

With the moon as his guide
He held his head high,
He would not give up,
He would not cry.

Ears yearn for a familiar sound
But not a howl in the air
The silence frightens him,
Men are everywhere.

His stomach growling with hunger,
But that he shall endure
His pack is somewhere out there
They’re waiting for his return, he’s sure.

He calls into the wind again and again,
But there is still no reply.
Where is everyone? Why don?t they come?
If he loses hope, he’ll surely die.

Why do men dislike his kind?
What right do they have to kill?
Though his spirit is already weak,
He continues his journey with will.

Trotting in silence
On a lonely trail,
Lost in a strange world,
So young, so frail.