Watching a Wolf Die
I'm not sure what this is, a poem or a story. All I know is I wrote this a long time a go.
When I saw my first real wolf. Heard it's last howl. Watched the fire in its eyes fade a way forever.
All I could do was watch. Watch fire in its eyes fade a way. At first I thought it wasn't real, a dream. I heard its last howl, it was saying goodbye. I thought it wasn't real, a dream. But when it looked me in the eye and I saw the last little flame in its eyes I knew it was real.
It is true, the wolf was shout by a framer, it was killed. As I watch it die that is when I put my life to learn about wolves.