ODE TO THE WOLF

Do you hear the cries of the lone
wolf howling? Where is his pack?
Where is his place? Lost, lost in
the human race. People at the pipe-
lines do you know, where are the tracks
of the wolf? Why are they fading into the
mist? Soon you will hear only the drill and
the hammer. The cry of the wolf will be gone,
soon to be heard no more! Unless we speak
for the wolf; be his voice. Before his tracks are
gone forever, never more to return. Oh, What
sadness that would be!!!

LONESOME WOLF

I looked into the eyes, of a lonesome wolf one day. And though I tried to fight it, I could not look away. Deep inside the golden eyes, a sadness I could see. Trapped inside a dying breed, longing to be free. Why does mankind abandon, nature's every will, and hurt the one's who guard her, as if it were a thrill? Deep inside the wolf's eyes, I could see it all, and sadness fell upon me, as I heard his mournful call!     THE MAJESTIC HUNTER Majestic hunter and lone traveler he made is way to the stream to drink. His beloved had the puppies to watch and she couldn't come along. He heard a very low whirring noise and sniffed the air. He had a very strange feeling. He came to the meadow and saw a very big bird. The big bird was heading his way and seemed to come straight at him. Another strange animal appeared from inside this bird with a long metal stick that made a pang sound. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him. He just had to make it to the entrance to the woods and some how he felt he would be safe. He had his beloved who would be waiting for him with a lick and his babies who greeted him by pouncing all over him. He had to make it home to his family and somehow he felt this big bird meant his death. The whirring noise got closer and he'd been running it seemed forever. But now he was only several feet away from the woodland entrance. He heard another pang and felt it hit his skin and go deep inside. But still he ran until another pang brought him down. What would his beloved do? He'd never see his babies grow up into proud hunters. His last thoughts were why? Why did the big bird want to kill him why? And as his spirit was slowly drifting up higher and higher he heard the strange animals. He couldn't understand their laughter or their words as they said," Look we caught another one! This one will make a great trophy on our walls."   WHITE WOLF Far across the plains, I heard the lonesome cry, of the white wolf, as he sings his lullabye. I looked out across the meadow, and saw him standing there. He looked into my eyes, as if my soul was bare.   The beauty of his eyes, went straight to my heart. Just the wolf and I, as if we were one part. We understood each other, as things are meant to be. Just the wolf and I, we were one family.   So every night I wonder, as I look up to the sky, and hear the mournful sound, of the wolf's lonesome cry. Is that the white wolf, I did one day see? The white wolf who went inside my heart, and became my family!   WISDOM OF THE WOLF The amber eyes, the soulful stare, is more than my beating heart can bare. The beauty tempered by a kindred heart, wonders why we're worlds apart.    The wisdom in your eyes is clear, and your gentle spirit sincere. Past ages are there in your eyes, as you say your prayers, underneath the skies.   In our greed, we are so vain, we cause the world endless pain. Sing to us your sacred song. Teach us how to right our wrong!