The fur on my neck sticks up
when I hear their howling song
But I don't respond but
tuck my tail between my legs
and turn the other way
I wander through the dying trees knowing
I am helpless and alone
For my pack, they have abandoned
me because I claim
to be the runt
The trees have stopped breathing
And the wind has stopped speaking
This part of the wood is unknown
to them and the rest of the fo...