The sound of growling crawls its way from
The dark of the forest, accompanied by
Faint, weak cries of hunger. A mother sets forth.
“There is no more time. With nearly
A week and a half gone by
I must find food for these pups of mine.”
Unbeknownst to the mother,
Her eldest pup followed far behind.
Eager to find food but also adventure,
Little Lupus left the den
Despite warnings of danger
From a mother always so wary.
It was still dim within the dense forest,
But the sun shone bright in a clearing
The mother happened upon.
Though next to a human abode,
Its humans had just entered the house
Leaving a duck, a cat, and a bird outside alone.
Treading lightly over the green grass,
The mother knew she’d lose her cover
Once she reached the clearing.
From there she’d have to rely
On her agility and expertise
To guide her to a successful hunt.
Ears twitching, tail flicking, paws padding silently,
The mother rounded the clearing
And aimed to ambush the duck,
For the songbird was too small and fickle
And the cat too furry and its claws too bothersome;
But the duck was plump and fat.
With a burst of fierce strength and speed
The mother wolf----powerful, graceful, noble,
Shot forth from her safety and shred safety
From the flustered duck as his startled companions
Shot up the nearby tree to their own safety.
Content in her success of finding food for her pups
For now, Lupus’ mother trotted away with the duck,
Exiting the clearing and entering the dark shadow
Of the tall forest trees that sheltered her and her pups.
All of this Lupus and the human boy looked upon:
One with mesmerization, the other with horror.
Lupus considered entering the clearing.
He knew what Mother would say about
The danger of showing yourself to the
Furless and weak, but somehow dangerous humans.
But Lupus paid no attention to his mother’s words.
Pups like Lupus aren’t afraid of humans.
Lupus trotted out, interested in investigating
The fat cat and the small bird. Mother had finished
Her hunt; and he’d head back home in a while.
But first, he wanted to play some! This was his
First time so far away from the den. And so,
Lupus went up to the tree where the cat and bird were.
Lupus didn’t notice the boy climbing up
Onto the wall near the tree with a rope in hand.
The boy didn’t notice the difference in size
Of this wolf and the one who’d taken his duck.
So blind was his hatred and fury, he knew only that
He wished to capture this greedy wolf looking for more.
In time, the songbird flew down to Lupus and
Flitted about his head. This was the first friend
He’d made! How exciting! Lupus was happy
That he could play with someone new now.
But he was quick to learn that the bird was
No friend of his, but of the boy.
He felt something tighten around the base
Of his tail to the point of pain. The boy
Celebrated in his triumph of having caught the
Horrid predator with innocent blood on his teeth.
Lupus thought it was time to go home and
Tried with all his might to leave, but to no avail.
The more he pulled, the more it hurt. And soon enough,
The sound of hunters’ bugles and shotguns
Surrounded the clearing. They pulled in,
Cornering the bloodthirsty wolf with wild eyes.
The scared pup, not yet six moons old, crying
For his mother and for his life.
Halfway home, his mother’s sensitive ears
Twitched as she heard the wails of her Lupus.
She who had been hurrying away from the
Sound of the hunters, turned tail and sprinted
Towards the clearing from which she heard
The frightening sounds that she prayed were trickery
Upon her ears. But she confirmed that this was
Not so when she looked upon the ghastly scene
Before her. Lupus, bound and tied, was being
Dragged behind a procession of human hunters.
Silently, she followed astride, unsure if she
Could save her child from such a horrible fate.
Ropes digging into him, Lupus continuously
Cried as the hunters jeered----desperate to go back
Home, compelled to follow these humans.
Uncertainty and fear overwhelmed his senses;
These people were not his friends and he
Knew not where they were taking him.
Amid his hysteria, Lupus caught the scent of
His mother and swivelled his head towards her
Direction. He looked her way and gave a mournful
Last howl expressing his sorrow and his apology
For being the foolish pup he is and letting
Mother down like this.
“I’m sorry Mother. I should have listened to you.
I love you...
Resigned to his consequences, he bowed his head
And followed the hunters and the boy as they neared
The human town to whatever fate lay before him.
The melancholy sound of a lone howl caused all the
Humans of the town to look towards the forest nervously.
The mother responded in her infinite sorrow.
The sound of her howl piercing the day and
Laying a thick blanket of grief over the whole of the forest
As she declared her loss and her enmity towards the town.
Mother and son: headed in different directions
Towards vastly different fates. Parting ways,
As the sands of time relentlessly slip
Between the fingers of all who hold it.
As life continued on, whether good or bad,
All in that one frozen moment of grief
Contemplated the cruel reality of this world.
Once upon a time:
Whatever god that made me so,
Made it so that to survive,
I must deprive
The same from others.
Is this such a crime?