Mother Wolf

Flowing river; growing trees;
Dark skies, and a cold breeze.

Seasons change and days pass;
Life is harsh, so I wonder if Mother Wolf is up to the task.

Mother wolf in the spring,
Shaking with heat;
Has her cubs, and now must find meat.
Brutal slaughter of the innocent;
It's what's required to raise offspring.

Mother wolf in the summer;
Terribly hot. She must drive away the others,
For the sake of cold water.
Loneliness follows but it's what must be done.
If they drink it, then her cubs will not.

Mother wolf in the fall;
Trembling with fear;
Cubs are precious, and very dear.
Mother wolf prepares to use claw and fang,
To keep violent dangers at bay.

Mother wolf in the winter,
Snow all around. Food is scarce and nights are icy.
Driven mad by anxiety;
Will her cubs live long enough to see the warm spring?