A Mothers Poem

I sit alone in the dark staring deeply into the wolfs eyes.
I understand the anger in her.
She is in search for her young.
Something took them.
She has them in her sight.
She is going to stop at nothing to ensure that they are safely running with her again through the open fields of wildflowers.
She does not stop, or give up.
She is a wild animal.
She is telling you to give them back.
She will kill.