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'llfollow 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.
By Gerri K. McCann
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.
By Karen Evans
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
By Robert Ellis
Cheyenne
My best friend is truly misunderstood
She comes from nature like the
earth and wood.
All the misconceptions about her,
she must defend
They can't see, she has the gentleness
of the wind.
My friend is mischevious;
that's not just a rumor
But it's only her way of showing
a sense of humor.
She has love and respect for
the human race
Which never seems to be returned;
what a disgrace.
My friend has a heart full of
loyalty and love
Her grace and beauty were gifts
from above.
She loves to frolic and run just for fun
Otherwise it's shade she seeks,
to be out of the sun.
There are times you may not see
her standing there
But, of your presence,
you can bet she is aware.
When I look into her eyes,
I see age old intelligence
When others see her,
in fear they wince.
I love to watch my friend
as she runs so free
Because my friend is a beautiful
Grey wolf, you see.
By Marlene Elder
The Voice of One Crying
in the Wilderness
Now halt your minds
and listen to their cry
From northern alters
formed of snow and ice,
Beneath celestial curtains
in their sky,
The wolves give evensong
of sacrifice.
All creatures stop-
transfixed
by somber hymns
Which rise from frozen
mountains to the stars
To one whose understanding
never dims,
Who walked with man
and also bears the scars.
The howling joins the wind
which sweeps the earth
Angelic zephyrs sing
like flute and fife
And reach the ears of one
who from his birth
Has dared deny
the sacredness of life.
This man, now trembling,
sees upon his wall
A young wolf's head he shot-
to his distress,
That prophet's head brings
judgement on us all,
Like one who also cried
in wilderness.
So listen now-
we may not have so long;
Please listen to the crying
voice and care,
And pray that we may never
end the song
Of wolves and wind
that fills the arctic air.
By John Hubbard Bidwell
Call of the Wild
He's been worshiped
And he's been feared,
He's been pushed from state
to state thru the years.
But now we know him
Now we understand,
The fragile balance
Between nature and man.
He's the call of the wild
with a spirit strong and true,
And each and every child
Should have the chance
To listen to the call of the wild.
Brother to brother
Father to son,
Have told the stories
Of this nobile one.
Proud as an eagle
And free as the wind,
And you can hear him
If you only listen.
You'll hear the call of the wild
With a spirit strong and true,
And each and every child
Should have the chance
To listen to the call of the wild.
Please let them hear
The call of the wild.
An old Indian Grandfather said to his
grandson who came to him
with anger at a friend who had done
him an injustice........
"Let me tell you a story. I too, at times,
have felt a great
hate for those that have taken so much,
with no sorrow for what
they do. But hate wears you down,
and does not hurt your enemy.
It is like taking poison and wishing
your enemy would die.
I have struggled with these feelings many times."
He continued......
"It is as if there are two wolves inside me;
One is good and does no harm.
He lives in harmony with all
around him and does not take offense
when no offense was intended.
He will only fight when it is right to do so,
and in the right way.
He saves all his energy for the right fight.
But the other wolf, ahhh!
He is full of anger.
The littlest thing will set him into a
fit of temper. He fights everyone,
all the time, for no reason.
He cannot think because his
anger and hate are so great.
It is helpless anger,
for his anger will change nothing.
Sometimes it is hard to live with
these two wolves inside me,
for both of them try to dominate my spirit."
The boy looked intently into his
Grandfather's eyes and asked...
"Which one wins, Grandfather?"
The Grandfather smiled and quietly said......
"The one I feed."
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