a poem about the African Wild Dog

(Lycaon Pictus)


Dedicated to my good friend, Larissa on her 40th birthday


we are strong

and we will run

we hunt our prey

at break of dawn


we’re painted wolves

we’re tall and free

we’re killed by man

cause man can’t see


we wish to live

and wonder why

you cannot hear

our desperate cry


we call out ‘hoo’

to find our lost

our sharp ears hear

from miles across


the lions seek

to take our lives

our loved ones die

but we’ll survive


we chase at dusk

our hunger calls

we tear at flesh

a kudu falls


our habitat

is all but gone

we’re prideful packs

we’ll carry on



©2011 Stefanie Dell’Aringa