There is no sheep’s clothing here
What you see is what you get
Doing as nature intended
Makes the hunter the hunted
Loved by its pack
Hated by many
Out in the wilderness
Life is hard
Do whatever it takes to survive
Stealth is the desired approach
But fangs are bared when needed
Protect young and old before self
The wild recedes
Under man’s impact
The farmer’s gun a constant threat
But the will to live is strong
The pack is the norm
Lone wolf the exception
Numbers bring strength and comfort
But great things come by treading one’s own path