"Her Song"
Soft white snow now covers the ground.
A female wolf treds softly back to her loving mate
Something warm and loving soft to cling to in her harsh world
Life is made bearable with him and all is then made well
But soon shall she know that what she knew is lost to her
As she returns her spirit abruptly dies
Her mate lies before her in a snowy grave
Red streaks stain the snow around him, leading her eye to him
His heart which beat so fondly now is silent within his once proud chest
His organs which provided survival are spread about the scene haphazardly.
Man had taken his life
Gentle, quiet snows drift from the sky
So foriegn it appears in the wolf's collapsing world
Her love is dead, and his body stretched before her as proof
She stands half of what she used to be, alone, with her mate
Lifting her white muzzle to the sky she sings a story
Of love, time, man, injustice, hate, death, and of a battle of life far beyond comprehension
Turn off the first box below to stop the music and press play on the second to hear a wolven cry