I once encountered three wolves standing on a hill;
Remembering back now, I can see them still.
They seemed to be intensively studying me;
They followed me with their eyes as I prepared to leave.
They were looking for signs of my motion to advance;
I did not feel alarmed, I just held my stance.
What must be racing through their hearts and minds;
Remembering a day when the hunter followed close behind.
It’s sad they have to be so afraid;
But the image of death is slow to fade.
So many of them have given their lives;
Only so man can boast of their death with pride.
I tell you curious ones, there’s no need to hide;
For you I would lay down my very own life.
So watch me from a far, while you are safe up on your hill;
There’s peace in my heart, I love you and I always will.