There is a place, it is toldWhere the wolf spirit goesAn astral plain apart from man’s ownWhere bad seeds have never been sown Northern lights making mystic display,Some say are the spirits of wolves at playHow else can the lights awhirl in the skyMatch the fire agleam in midnight’s eyes Listen closely to the strains […]
Joan L. Van Vels 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
Janie Thomas / Wolf Song of Alaska Member Yay to the wolves the grey and white fur the direct contact the strong muzzle the beautiful sound of the howl the playfulness the leader and the followers the strategy of the hunt all of the qualities of the wolf. yay, Sunpuper wolf
Wrangell Mountains, Alaska Cartography of Water / NorthShore Press / 2007 This gray shape before menot any known thing. From twenty feet, my eyes slideinto other eyes, full of wild streaks of the darkening sky.The creek rushes in its small calling. He moves first, turns from the trail,trots off, turns, stares, trots, stops, staresthree more
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Dean Milenkovic / Orlando FL His fangs hung above my eyeHis breath bleed off dried bileHis pose closed one of my thighsHis fur stirred under the night skyHE GROWLED AND YOWLED The growl became a howl,a call to join the feastfrom prowl came the foulsix to say at leastPACK ATTACKED Completely surroundedthe pain was all
By Miriam L. King | Prescott, WI Morning has come. Gone is the night,And with it the silvery glow of moonlight. Silent the voice once piercing and wildNow your great earth eyes have grown deep and mild. The forest is waking, alive and immense,But you with the shadows stand silent and tense. Hearing the whispers
Granville Holt / Muldrow, Oklahoma Not the night call for his mateNor the full moon instinct howlThis wolf song sings forlorn fateA lonesome breed on the singular prowl Alone in their wild forest homeGuardians of woodland mysteryHigh upon timbered mountain topsThey roam deep shadows ranging free Only the whisper of their silent paw printsSwift across
Sam Matthews / Australia / 11 Years of Age Tail erect and eyes so keen.Strong and quick but thin and lean.Fills her prey with fear and fright.Hunting on the darkest night. Seeking out her prey tonight.Her claws and teeth gleeming white.The moon appears in the cloudless sky.Her howls are long and strong and high. She
Ryan Robert Kress, Northville Michigan I walk the forest and never say goodbye I can feel the secluded stare upon my tiered faceI see the beauty refelected in its eyes They live by stelth,They never want to dieI hear the cry as it fades each dayI walk the forest and never say goodbye Alone, Not
Deanna L. Byars / Nashville TN They call you nature’s majestySo mysterious, wild and freeAs I see your paw prints in the snowI ponder on the things you knowYou are so gentle and kind at heartHow could anyone tear you apartI hear you at night howling at the moonTo let your family know you’ll be
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