That Wolve

A poem about a Wolf.

I had a pet wolf his name was Ray, we would always go and wrestle down by the bay

He was so gentle when we would go and play, "THAT WOLF IS SUCH A NUSIANCE" is what my dad would always say

Then came the winter and he was suffering night and day I knew what to do I would not let him pass away

I took him to the vet and they did not no what was wrong he always like the sound of singing so I turned on the radio and played his favorite song

He started to whine we thought he met his doom then after he heard is song he skidaddled about the room

We were so reliefed that Ray had not died but as soon as we got home I noticed I had lied

A neighbor of mine shot him, I was full Grief I had just came from the vet where I had a strive of relief

Now theres no more Ray and i'm working on my neighbor one reason I was blue he was the only friend I favored

Reviews

[deeps]

Hey this is wonderful, I like this, don't like the killing part but oh well, wonderful write.

[Fran Marie]

You got a couple of spelling typos ~ Also change your title to That Wolf~ Wolves is plural,
can be easily fixed~an all around good piece of writing lijh~Nana