That wolf is never vermin
Nor some aweless rabid thing
An esteemed salutation
Hear her earthling ring
To humiliate her in that fashion
Is far too cavalier
To disregard her station
Lifting her by each ear
Is irreverent behaviour
You hunters make me SICK
Vomit you are vomit
From the devils arse
You dick!
So far removed from that great soul
You shot and killed, you arse
Drunken with your arrogance
You are so below her class
You violate her status
You are never worth
With your judgement of a psychopath
You have no place on earth
Go back to where you came from
From your hovel in the wood
From the quicksand bog of fetid ooze
Only if you could
You are not to touch her
Nor dare you breathe her air
She is far beyond you mate
And you are so unaware
So evil bitter blackguard
She an angel sleeps
You are but an entity
And you give me the creeps
Grinning like a jack ass
Heartless sodding squirm
Your karmic debt is growing fast
Behold here comes the worm
The great worm of significance
To throttle your desire
To fill your mouth with graveyard mud
And ensure your death is dire
Wow Rex More more more
Inhave to ractchet up all the poem get them into their psyche i cant go on pussy footing around these hunters have to get the message bedore yet more angels die
I saw of this abhorrent cruel act…as always Rex, you are ‘ our words’ and their voice’ …. I have only recently learned more about wolves from Farley Mowatt..they are truly a gift and a blessing to this earth and so wrongly demonised.
dear. Elizabeth. The tumble of words and their rearrangement is how. I see my task these days
Thanks for your visits they are so welcome
X
Does the cow have a name like to do a sequel for her
If you can let me know J en