The Wolf

 I am the wolf, a loner at heart. You are the human, and will rarely if ever see me. I roam the wilderness forests and mountains of this earth that we share. I mate for survival, as you do and I help my mate raise our pups in the warmth of our den, nurturing and watching them grow and play, as you do with your human young. We run as a pack family, and our members are a close as those in yours. When a member is lost, we grieve, but go on just as you do. When I am hungry, I must hunt for my family, and myself for that is all I know. There are no stores to cater to my every need. Some of you have said that I am a killer, a cold-blooded hunter of death, but when I kill, it is to feed my family, and I only take the old, sick, and weak, who will die regardless. I don’t kill to hang heads for trophies on my walls, as you do. Now I am the hunted, by you. You are afraid of me, because you don’t understand me. You think I am taking from your herds of plenty, which you advertise to big game hunters for their tourists’ dollars. Yes, you are afraid of me, but I can’t hurt you. You are the one with the power to destroy my kind. You set your traps to torture me, and send your helicopters to kill me from the air. I cannot fight you, for that is not my way! That is yours.