Running Away

Running Away

The two-legs killed my mother,
my brothers and sisters too,
and now i'm on the run,
I don't know what to do.
Running through the river,
and weaving through the trees.
I feel a sharp pain,
and fall to my knees.
The two-legs has got me.
I'll be with my family soon
Now the two-legs is over me
as I get one last look at the moon.

Native American Poetry
Wolf Poem