Life and Liberation's

Anti-Trapping Page

The Trap

Steady drifting snow froze his fur,
Eyes clinched against the arctic wind,
Heart and soul race ever ahead,
to mate and pups and pack, to den.

A violent jerk threw him down,
Leg twisted awkwardly behind
Clenching his teeth, he tried to rise,
but pain and pressure cloud his mind.

Turning he saw rivulets of blood
Leaking steadily from his thigh,
A wire loop cut through his flesh,
cruelly chaining him where he lie.

Panic soon reared its fiery head,
Driving him wildly insane
He strikes out blindly at the air,
Writhing in overwhelming pain.

Escape, his one rational thought,
He gripped his leg between his jaws,
Fighting down raw pain he began
Grinding and tearing through his paw.

He drifted in and out of shock,
Wincing as each step shook his bones,
He limped across the snowy hills,
Wanting only to reach his home.

Soon his legs would no longer stand,
He fell limp to the frozen ground,
In the distance he dreams he hears,
A slow, steady, beautiful sound.

He feels a muzzle press to his side,
Tender licks on his leg and face,
And as he drifts off forever,
His mate's body shaking with grief.

By WolfFang