This poem is for all of the wild wolves of Alaska
who have been killed by aerial hunters
Sloane Jensen / Loveland Colorado / Age 16
The plane dives down...
...wolves flee in terror.Gunshots sound again and again...
...bullets tear through flesh and bone.Wolves cry out with fear and pain...
...as they lay dying in the snow.Their cries soon cease...
...one by one they breathe their last.Never again will they run and play...
...never again will they howl and hunt.Their lives were taken to please a man...
...as he killed them from his airplane.The wolves had done no wrong...
...they lived so far away.They roamed the tundra...
...playing their part in nature, just as God intended.Now they are gone...never to come back...
...hundreds of wolves...have been killed like this...
