I’d love to be in the wild.
To feel my paws hit the springy grass
To hear the song birds sing
To see the trees flow gently in the breeze
To smell the fresh pine needles
To taste the crisp water
I’d rather be there than here
Feeling the spiky sod under my paws
Hearing the cooing of pigeons
Seeing the humans through the bars
Smelling the noxious fumes from giant monsters
Tasting the stale meat we get every day
I’d love to be in the wild
To feel the thrill of the hunt
To hear the heart beat of our prey
To see them standing there so unaware
To smell their scent as we begin our chase
To taste their blood that is still warm
I’d rather be there than here
But I will wait
The day will come were we will escape
Us, the Wolves
Will be one with nature again
