Poem: Wolves

In the dead of the night, 

The cold of the artic, 

Creeps in my bones, 

My hands are numb, 

Unable to light a fire. 

So I go in my tent, 

And go in my sleeping bag, 

And felt a little better, 

For my sleeping bag was warm, 

But that was not it. 

As soon as I was about to sleep, 

I heard a sound, 

And I was sure it was a howl, 

And the howl had came from a wolf, 

Because there were no dogs in the Arctic! 

No one could save me, 

Except for the god, of course, 

I didn't know where I was, 

Except I was in the artic, 

But I don't know where in the artic,

Because I was lost! 

So the wolves came closer, 

And I knew that cuz of their footsteps, 

Oh, save me, god! 

I hear more howls and growls, 

And I knew there were many, 

For a wolf is always with its pack. 

It sleeps with them (pack)

It hunts with them, 

It takes care of the pups with them, 

It eats with them, 

It respects and loves them. 

So now they would hunt me, 

Their footsteps coming closer, 

Closer, 

And closer, 

Until I heard a growl, 

and they (wolves) attacked! 

Until I woke in my tent with a start, 

With my family and friends, 

We were on a camping trip, 

I think I had dreamed of me being lost, 

And about the wolves. 

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Sidra khan