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Wolves
Wolves ran through the forests hundreds of years ago. Traveling in packs, twos or threes, or even solitary on their own, they hunted and survived. They cried their sorrows to the stars, and sometimes you can hear today's dogs doing the same.
To look in the eyes of a wolf is to see into your own soul...hope you like what you see.
~ Aldo Leopold
Yellow Eyes
We've roamed the wild country
My beautiful yellow eyes,
Side by side we've hunted
Shadows dancing on northern skies.
There have been times of plenty
We were content and serene,
Peacefully sleeping
Dangers few and far between.
We've also known much hunger
Ribs protruding from each side,
Mournfully we howled
When our starving cubs had died.
And then there was our first winter
Romping thru the glistening snow,
Tasting each crystal snowflake
Falling gently to and fro.
Ah my dear, sweet yellow eyes
I've known no greater love,
Without you, I am nothing
Our wild souls are one.
And now you lay there dying
Steel jaws upon your frame,
Life's blood slowly seeping
I whimper your sweet name.
Helpless, I watch you struggle
Chest heaving with labored breath,
Steel jaws clenching tighter
Winds whisper the song of death.
The blood has now stopped flowing
I know the time is near,
And you will forever leave me
My love, my life, my dear.
And now my world is silent
Your struggles now have ceased,
I lay my head upon you
And know you are at peace.
Perhaps your soul has lifted
To skies where eagles soar,
And there you'll greet your brothers
To run with them forever more.
And someday I shall find you
In the heaven's so far above,
And when our wild soul's unite
There'll be no greater love.
The Leader of the Pack
The leader of the pack,
Strong and true
He holds his alpha head high,
Knowing another night is almost through
He lies beneath the moon,
Stares up at the sky
His dedication will always remain true.
Looking through his eyes,
One sees loneliness,
A soleness that no one understands,
But all accepts
In my eyes, he stands alone
He is simply God’s perfection
Yet, people still wander in his direction.
He pounces on the ice,
He slams at his reflection,
Why, when such beauty stands?
To be alone is what he desires,
However, to be understood is what it requires
Let him be the King…
To lead his own ring
The leader of the pack,
Has surely earned his pride,
Let him relax, and enjoy his ride.
Amber Eyes
With amber eyes
he watches.
Over his pack,
his family.
Strong together
as they hunt
for survival.
With angry eyes
he sees.
Fences across land,
men with guns,
and a thrill.
He only kills
to survive.
With sad eyes
he looks.
At sharp traps,
the soft furs
of his pups.
They didn't run
to survive.
So he asks,
why did he
survive?
The Pair
Running Pair
He and she
Coats of white
They live to be
A matched set
Mates for life
Across frozen creeks
And fields of white
They fear no creature
Great or small
Side by side
They defeat them all
Love and devotion
Bonded together
in this life or the next
Always forever
Not just bodies
But hearts mated too
A pair of White Wolves
Me...........and you
Silent Paws
Silent paws trotting
on a well beaten trail,
alone in the wilderness,
so young and so frail.
Little yips go unanswered,
the moon is now his guide,
looking for ones just like him,
or have all of them just died?
He sniffs the dampened ground
and senses man everywhere,
the silence is deafening
no howls in the air.
Oh why did he venture
so far from his den,
while his pack fell silent
at the hands of men?
His stomach is growling
but the hunger he’ll endure,
his pack family is out there
it’s their blood he smells for sure.
He stops in his tracks
and raises his head up high,
the terror overwhelms him
as he lets out another cry.
But still there’s no answer
he can’t understand why,
he’ll follow their trail
or he surely will die.
For days now he’s traveled
his spirit and body gone weak,
he lies down in white clover
no more energy left to speak.
Soon the soul hovers
over this tiny, frail pup,
whose future now will be guarded
as his soul travels up.
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