Return Of The Wolves Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Return of the wolves

Words are air and exhaled, sometimes warm, also burn.
I heard him in a talk, of the wolves, their return…

I recalled how hunters, brutal, with their guns went around
They came back, on shoulders mountain goats, partridge and much more
They killed fox and jackal, bores and wolves to tigers…

I cried when tiger was filled with hay, straws.
What was for but show off?

“Wolves are back, ” was followed by the man forgetting his water
“He left farm, ran away, no return.”
I played as actor but inside laughed, smiled, after years, celebrate.

If men left the village, emptied my homeland,
It is now home to wild animals, everything is nature
Life is back; life is back; life is back but we need rain, water.

I follow news of, the jackals and foxes with eagles and tigers
They too seem, to make homes.

Joyful, I celebrate; even dance.
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