Three. Gun. Shots.
I knew my wolf
Would run
Forever across
The sky,
Free...
Bubbly cub that she was,
To laughing giant she became...
One paw on my heart,
One paw in the forest
Of her kind...
So, thank you, Hollywood Movies...
You taught a Budweiser idiot
To kill the monster YOU made...
Not the angel I raised.
Not the soul I bonded.
Not the eyes I look through.
elysabeth faslund
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-wolf-named-tennessee/
