I AM AN OLD WOLF. PITY ME. PITY ME.
ONCE WITH THE PACK I WAS YOUNG, AND FREE.
NOW MY FUR IS THIN, I FEEL THE COLD.
PITY ME, PITY ME, FOR I AM OLD.
I AM ALONE, A WOLF ALONE.
ON OTHER TERRITORY I CANNOT ROAM.
I HUNT, BUT I AM NOT THE SAME.
I NEED SHELTER FROM SNOW OR RAIN.
ALWAYS I MUST FLEE.
I AM OLD AND TIRED, PITY ME, PITY ME.
YET WHEN THE TIME COMES,
WHEN I MUST DIE,
WHEN THE STARS SHINE ON THEIR DARK SKY,
I ASK - "GIVE ALL MY KIND WILDERNESS!"
THEN THEY WILL SING THEIR SONGS, THEY ARE FREE!
THEN THERE IS NO NEED TO PITY ME, PITY ME.
Wilf Green, Myponga, South Australia
"Wolves may feature in our myths, our history, and our dreams, but they have their own future, their own loves, their own dreams to fulfill."
-Anthony Miles
