When the sun has set
and the sky has thrown out its netof stars, over the cloudsthen comes out the wolf and howls.He sneaks about and cries it out loud:
"Oh why, oh why,
why did she die?"
In loneliness and despair.'Cos mates like her are much too rare!His companion lies cold and deaddied in fear and dread.Killed by the one on two feet
who knew nothing, but her meat.And now she is gone for ever.But the wolf will forget her never.So slowly he ends his last howl
and leaves only the owlto hear the last echo and growl.