Am I free?
Will I survive through the next year?
Why is life such a constant battle?
Am I alone?
Can I live an easy life?
What will I do at my last breath?
Will my fur shine when I am in the stars?
Are my fangs sharp enough for one last meal?
Will my legs be strong enough to run like the wind?
Around me a cycle is only halfway there?
Will my spirit be strong?
Is my heart still pounding?
Will chains clasp around my neck?
How are we to live?
Will I ever see a bullet piercing through my pelt?
Am I my legacy's icon?
Is this a trick to be fighting for food?
Am I wild the way we were meant to be?
I will be writing in the people version. (the person is answering the animals questions positively)
You are as free as ever
You will survive this year
Battles always end
You are all together, not alone
Life will never be easy though
You will die a happy death
Your fur will shine like the stars, brighter than the sun
Your fangs are ever so sharp to hunt
Your legs may be tired but you will run like the wind
The life cycle is just at the beginning
Your spirit is strong
And a beautiful, pumping heart
To a zoo, you won't go
Poachers will keep their distance from a creature like you
Your offspring will use your skills
This fight for food is worth it but not over yet
You are a wild animal, as you were supposed to be
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