Fay Slimm - Crying Wolf.

Eerie howling, wolfhound calling.
Amber eyes alight.
Spirit of the deepest forest.
Stealthy pads the night.

Distant hunting, litters growing.
Feral family proud.
Livestock missing, farmers arming.
Freedom disallowed.

Tortured trappings, party shootings.
Stalking after dark.
Sighting now of wolfpacks only
In the Wildlife park.

Pressured lifestyle, fragile living.
Species on the wane.
Now mere myth and legend honour
Wolf of prairie fame.

Fay Slimm

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