A mothers instinct

A mothers instinct.

 

A mothers Instinct.

“Go find your father now dear” Mother says.

“Mum I don’t know who he is” I cry

“You will find him,” She says pushing me out of the den.

If this hadn’t happened I would have been alive.

I know you’re my mother but why…

Why must you torture me like this mother?

Why does it all come down to this?

Should I run or should i stay?

There is nothing for me here.

Actually there are two things:

Torture and Pain

That is all what is left for me.

Unless I find my father I will be whole again.

Mother says Father was a Husky.

A proud Malamute.

I ran to the nearest town to find him.

Wolves ambush me even though I look like one of them.

They bite me and suck my blood.

I am injured but I go on.

I find my Father and his sled team.

He doesn’t recognise me.

He barks.

The mushier and other humans see me and run for their guns.

I run but am caught.

The hunters catch me and string me up.

I hang there, wounded and hurt.

If I had only stayed at home I wouldn’t be like this.

I cry for my mother and what was my father.

Before the hunter plunges his spear into me.

My father called out and realised it was me.

It was to late.

I hung there motionless.

Drops of blood roll down my fur and stain the snowy ground.

Father if you could have only seen.

It was me.

You murderer.

You killed your own son.

What will mother say.

I watch from above and father howled.

Mother watched as she saw a fire.

She knew it was me.

A mothers Instinct.

 

 

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