Through the once enormous impervious
forest I have watched you.

I witnessed how you discovered fire
and strange tools. From crests I saw
you hunt and was envious of your prey.

I have eaten the leftover of your meals
and you ate mine.

I have heard your songs and have seen
your dancing shadows around the bright
fire. At a time belonging to the past,
which I hardly remember, some of us
joined you and sat with you at the
fire. We became members of your
pack, went hunting with you, protected
your pups, helped you, feared you,
loved you.

We have spent a long time together.

We resembled each other very much.
Hence, the tame ones adopted you. I
know, that some among you respect me,
the wild. I am a good hunter. I have
respected you also. You were good
hunters. I have observed you,
how you together with the tame ones
in a pack hunted and captured meat.

In those days there was no shortage.
In those days there were only few of
you. In those days the forests were
big. In the night we howled to the
tame ones. Some came back to us for
hunting together with us. Some of
them we ate, because they've become
strange to us.

It went on that way for a long time.
It was a good time.

Sometimes I have robbed you, like
you have robbed me. Do you remember,
as you hungered, the snow was deep,
and you ate the meat that we have
killed? It was a game. It was a debt.
Some would call it a promise.

Like many of the tame ones, the most
of you have become very strange to us.
Now I do not recognize some of the tame
ones anymore. Now I do not recognize
some of you anymore. Once we were so
like each other. You have made the
meat tame as well.
As I've begun to hunt your tame meat,
you hunted me. I don't understand that.
I saw your packs growing and fighting
each other. I have observed your big
battles. I ate one's fill of the ones
kept lying. Then you hunted me even
more. I don't understand that. They
were meat. You have killed them.
We wild ones aren't much anymore.
You have made the forests small.
You have killed many of us. But I
still hunt and feed our
hidden pups. This I will ever do.

I wonder if the tame ones, who live
with you, made a good decision.
They have lost the spirit for living
in the wilderness. They are numerous,
but they are strange. We are few.
I still observe you, so I can avoid you.

I believe, I don't know you anymore.