I walked through the woods
Not so long ago
I saw a wolf in the trees
So I crouched down low
Aimed the gun with my shaking hands
I was afraid, I was not to know
The animal saw
As I slowly stood
The gun rattle in my hands
She stayed still as wood
Unnerved, I got ready to shoot
When she spoke as softly as she could
"Why must you shoot me?"
She asked me
And I froze, she had spoken!
I said quietly
"Your kind kill my kind, you're a beast."
"Your kind are the beasts, not mine." Said she
Confused and surprised,
I asked the wolf why
And she looked at me sadly
"You wish me to die."
"You'd kill me you menace," said I
"You are the menace, not me," said she
"You hunt us for sport
You murder our prey
Yout think of none but your own
You think it's okay!
Now you listen, can you not see?
You are the monster, not me." said she