Riverbeds

Its rather old, but its better than nothing.

When these riverbeds dry,

the wolves can no longer quench their thirst.

They cannot drink that which falls from the sky,

for they are stained with the blood of a thousand prey.

When these riverbeds dry,

the wolves shall no longer have a home.

They shall die a death worse than those they delivered.

Forever they seemed lost

Until one day,

Man discovered wolves,

And the wolves sought salvation.

Author's Note

Any critique will do.

Reviews

[Peter Joseph Swanson]

Cool!