The second of my Cherokee Love Story

Lone Wolf was like a spirit as he crept along,
He grabbed Doe-eyes off the rock, though he knew it was so wrong.
He had covered her mouth to slience her scream,
He threw her on a waiting blanket, rolled her in it, it seemed like a dream.
She wiggled and squirmed, as he hoisted her on his shoulder,
He smacked her wiggling rump as his handling became bolder.
He plopped her on his horse and got on behind,
He was a man possessed, he had lost his mind.
They galloped away into the coming night,
Doe-eyes was hissin, spittin and was puttin up a fight.
After a long, weary ride, he approached his hideaway,
The sun was setting signaling the end of day.
He dumped Doe-eyes on the ground,
They were the only two people for miles around.
He made a fire and prepared some food,
Doe-eyes hissed at him, she was in a foul mood.
As he undid the blanket, she bit his hand,
She would stand for no touching from this strange man.
He handed her some food and she slapped it into the dirt,
Lone Wolf's brooding, dark eyes, held a fleeting glint of hurt.
He spoke to her gently, as though calming a frightened child,
Doe-eyes cussed and hissed all the while.
When he approached her, she scratched and hissed like a cornered Wild Cat,
His hungry lips soon put a stop to that.
He held her against his strong, bronzed chest and stroked her hair,
His touch was gentle and full of care.
She trembled and sighed, weary from the fight,
She soon did succumb to her weariness and slept for the night.

Music: Apache