Wolf Turned Dog

May 5, 2008
By Hannah Oexman, Carthage, MO

Locked up.
Never to see the daylight again.
Pacing back and forth constantly.
Trying to come up with some way
To re gain my freedom once again.
Coming up blank in my
Desperate time of need.
But I won’t give up.
I’ll keep on fighting.
Nothing can tame me.
Nobody can turn me from
A wild wolf into some pet.
I’ll not sit or roll over
For some scrawny human.
But as time goes by
I lose a part of me
And my will to go on
With every passing day.
I start to become
What I feared most
Some human’s play toy.
I start to do
Whatever commanded of me.
I fetch the ball or jump up and down.
Slowly I lose all sense of what
Being a wolf really was
And the true meaning
Of the word

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