The Last Wolf

Silently, he walks through the cold winter night,

his head is hung low,

he shivers,

he sighs.

The smell of food would bring him delight,

but none can be found,

he shivers,

he sighs.

Sounds of men talking; he stops in fright,

they're looking for him,

he shivers,

he sighs.

They see his approach; he waits for the fight,

then a bullet rips through him,

he shivers,

he dies...

The last wolf on this cold winter night.