Howl of Sorrow
© Punk Rocker Arashi (2006)
We run and run all day,
Fur flowing in the wind.
We settle for the night in a cave,
I bring meat to the mother
So she can feed the pups.
Our pack waits aside,
Feeding only after I.
The fresh meal just killed moments before
Tastes so sweet.
Once I finish and trod away,
They pounce barely causing me to glance as they rejoice.
I am the alpha of this arctic pack,
I am stronger than the rest,
I am the support behind this group.
Dragging my paws through the snow,
Keeping my head high and tail raised
In a dominant stance that clearly states I am leader.
I distance myself, saddened and full of despair.
Supposedly the best leader of them all,
The strength of the pack,
The new, proud father,
I stand alone.
Now the father of six new pups.
Silence...
I howl, hoping none to hear,
"I'm not ready to be a father! I'm not ready for more!"
I screech,
Knowing full well they're all in deep slumber
After their tender feast.