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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.
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?
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.
What right does man have to take life from a living thing, that has no way to voice its defense against a human being?
The wolf is a symbol, a brother, a friend. it’s time now for action before his existence comes to an end.
The Cry He stands alone at the top of the hill And sings his mournful cry, His mate and cubs are missing He's not certain why.
He had been out hunting Was gone for only a day, And hurried back with empty jaws So scarce now was their prey.
He wasn't gone long Eager to get home, But the den was cold and empty And he sensed something was wrong.
The smell of man was everywhere With footprints in the dirt, And blood shed from his family He knew they had been hurt.
He sat and waited day by day With hopes they would return, There wasn't much he could do Except quietly sit and yearn.
Why would man come all this way To hunt and shoot them down, To interrupt their quiet lives When no harm had been done?
Their territory plainly marked And not once did they stray, For they would rather starve to death Than to get in man's way.
The smell of chickens, cows and sheep Were so tempting at times, But instincts warned not to hunt them Or they would lose their lives.
And so they lived a quiet life Existing on small game, Careful it was only wildlife And nothing man had tamed.
So he could find no reason For the blood shed on that day, So peacefully they lived here So far out of man's way.
Maybe they'd be coming back His cubbies and his mate, Wolves are mated once for life So he would sit and wait.
That was many moons ago And they have not come back, But he will not stop hoping For the reunion of his pack.
He now knows men are murderers But still does not know why, And every night he climbs his hill And sings his mournful cry
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
Mmm_Cow_Lover · Mon Jan 29, 2007 @ 11:22pm · 0 Comments |
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