The Wolf and the Shepherd

The Wolf and the Shepherd
The wolf stands alone upon the hill
Waiting for darkness 
Waiting for a kill
Another victim of the night 
A lost soul filled with fright 
All alone he makes his calls
Howling deep as midnight falls
His family waits for him to return 
With a meal is what they yearn
He comes across a herd of sheep
An opportunity not too steep 
He sneaks around to find his prey 
As the Shepherd awakes before the day
He hears a stirring of the herd 
He grabs his gun to see what has occurred 
He sees a figure dark and sleek
Very skinny appearing weak
Creeping slowly through his farm 
The Shepherd fears he's meaning harm 
The wolf walks without knowing 
His ribs clearly showing
Starving to death he makes his move 
To kill a sheep to get his food
A shot rings out across the land 
Now there's blood on the shepherds hands
The wolf that hunted now lies cold
Not fearing death for he was old 
All he sees is his family dying 
On this thought the wolf starts crying
As far as the shepherd sees he's done good
Another killing of a being misunderstood