• Romp,
    Stomp.
    Snatch,
    Catch.

    Sunlight dappling the earth,
    Warm and soft is the turf
    Beneath my padding paws,
    And the prey between my jaws.

    Proudly,
    Loudly,
    I am welcomed back.
    It's been a thin winter, and the entire pack

    Is showing signs of sadness,
    Hidden now by gladness,
    For we have lost many
    Before the days turned sunny.

    I am the last
    Of the able-bodied cast,
    We must wait til summer
    To train the pups; bummer.

    Is that what you humans say?
    I don't care, I'm on my way
    Out again to hunt some more,
    To fill our stomachs, as we are poor.

    The woods, they still need prey to fill them,
    We, the wolves, have almost killed them
    Ah, how pathetic is that?
    When a Wolf must share a human's track.