A sleeping wolf

A sleeping wolf
how many dream
not of peaches
and ice cream
that’s the bloody
hunter who
uses our forest
as his loo

a sleeping wolf
may dream of times
when freedom reigned
and all these crimes
were not committed
and to be
free was something
truthfully

a sleeping wolf
has nightmares, she
will wonder
if life now could be
for much longer
like Yellowstone
and around these parts
we do not own

the hunters come
and with them bring
semi automatics
and boy they sting

we really do not have a chance
they shoot at us
and watch us dance
to the glory of the brightest moon
sorry folks but very soon

the wolf will not, darken
your doors
let the hunter takes
his applause
a real tough man
behind that gun
but if we only do out run

him
and we perchance grab him,
we
might bite his bum and let him see
what real fear is
and how it does
affect one’s sleep
then there’s no buzz

for me without guns
stand and they
panic, it happens sometimes
they say
they shit their pants
ah!such romance
that’s when we
go in for the kill
that’s when our howls
are good and shrill
pulling a hunter
here and there
causing him blood loss
and despair

it seldom happens
but when it does
the whole damn pack
just gets a buzz
A sleeping wolf
perchance to dream
not of peaches and ice cream
but a nice hunter we can chew
who screams much louder than we do