​Dear Mr Wolf

Dear Mr Wolf

You were malnourished and skinny when I found you,

Maggots and fleas riddled in your matted black fur,

Your paw pads cracked and rubbed raw,

I’d never seen a wolf so close to death before.

The wolves I’d seen were strong, fierce, and very, very skilled hunters. Some described them as Apex predators. You, however, couldn’t even breathe right. To me, you were no predator and that’s where I went wrong.

“Are you OK?” I asked, my ears twitched, and my hooves shivered as I drew nearer, my curiosity getting the better of me.

“Hungry…” was all you could muster through your labored breaths

Feeling pity for you, I offer you my untouched flesh. It hurt the first time you sank your canines into me, but at least I was helping you…

My venison gave you plenty of energy to recover little by little, so I kept allowing you to nibble at my bones, chew on my ears, and gnaw at my neck. It was never not painful. In fact, I hadn’t realized how much of me you’d actually consumed. But then you saw her…

Miss rabbit

Her soft white coat looked comforting and cute.

Her eyes were exotic with lashes that fluttered.

Her limbs were elegant and slim.

I know my antlers weren’t perfect nor my pelt pristine. Yet I was the one who gave you a life again, sacrificed parts of me so you could heal. I’d picked the parasites off your back and allowed you to mutilate me for your benefit. My meat could offer you way more sustenance than hers ever could! You wouldn’t choose her over me surely? Right?

Oh… but you did… didn’t you?

You used up all that energy I provided you with my body parts and wasted it on chasing her!

When I finally caught up with you, you’d once again hunched over in exhaustion and the only sign of Miss Rabbit was a couple of clumps of milky fur stuck to your gums.

“Why? Why her and not me? Am I not tasty enough? My meat too tough?” I asked you

“No…” you replied, “she was just too beautiful, more beautiful compared to you”. Your words hurt more than your teeth had ever

“And yet now you’re back to where you started… how I found you”, I sobbed, watching your small weak frame collapse right back down to the ground.

“Hungry” you muttered, licking your lips, but no! Not this time! I wasn’t going to answer your cry for help.

“You’ve had your chance, I would’ve died for you, but you never truly wanted me” and with that I trotted off, leaving you to starve. All I heard from behind me was your panicked cries.

Despite all the scars you have given me, I was the one to survive! To live! To learn! And I have done so now for many, many years, unlike you…

Goodbye Mr Wolf, I hope you enjoyed Miss Rabbit while she lasted.

Love Miss Deer Xx