Tell me how did you live
Without your wolf.
Tell me where were you
Under the light of moon.
Somewhere you hear the groun
And somewhere yo hear the howl.
You beloved wolf calls you.
He's asking you to come.
As soon as the night fall
The howl sours to the sky:
"Come she-wolf to me,
And please take me up!"
And endagering her way.
But inspate of many traps
She-wolf runs again
And her paws she doesn't spare.
She's in hurry to reach the aim
On the wolfway she runs through a gloom.
She almost has finished her way,
She is near the home.
But suddenly the short rang out
The blood splashed to land's ground.
The hunter haven't an idea about...
About the wolves' love...
She-wolf
© Copyright: Natasha, 2002
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