I'm positive now I'm better at poetry than writing stories so here's my second Wolf's Rain poem all about.... yes, you guessed it... Toboe! claps So here's to Toboe fans, though I like Blue better. This was written right after Toboe killing the walrus. If you're interested check out my poem about Blue, titled Half.
Runt
The grey one calls me Runt, the brown one calls me Runt,
The white one pities me, it makes me wish he'd call me Runt.
I lived with a woman, she didn't know that wolf I am.
One day she met her doom in feeding me my ham.
I lived on the streets, a starved ginger beast.
I would search through all the dumpsters and seldom find a feast.
One day I met a grey wolf, he saw me for who I was.
I followed him but he didn't want me to. Why? Just because.
Soon I met two other wolves, a white one and a brown.
Since the day I saw them, my world's turned upside down.
One day we journeyed across a sea of frozen ice,
I was so hungry I even wished for mice.
Out of the darkest frozen depths there came a mighty beast,
At the size of him I knew for sure we'd have a feast.
Suddenly I snapped, and flew into the fight,
The beast swam underwater, I held on with all my might.
Finally we surfaced and my lungs burned for air,
As soon as they were soothed, the beast was lying there.
The white wolf looked to me, wounded he was still.
He looked into my eyes, and told me it was my kill.
The grey one called me Runt, the brown one called me Runt,
I am Runt no longer.