Wolves

April 21, 2008
Yali Li


When wolves are little
They are cute and vulnerable cubs
We can not help holding them gently
With the softest heart.

When wolves are wounded
They moan and sob weakly
We hurriedly run to rescue them
With tears in our eyes.

However…

When wolves are hungry
They are furious and anxious
We suddenly fall under their paws
With our blood dripping.

Wolves are wolves
They are not our buddies
We are not their friends
But PREY.