Wolves

 
 
The wolves let out a deep cry in the pale moon lit field.
Then one by one if on command fled back to the caves that they called home.
The home of the wolf.
 
The home which was there’s for nearly a millennium.
The home of which each one was nurtured and given life,
And the chance to live freely.
The life of the wolf is sacred to those who cherish it,
But pointless to those who do not understand the necessities of these creatures.
For they do not disrupt the eco system,
In their own way,
They are the eco system.
Preying on the week so the strong might survive.
Striving for excellence rather then death.
Wanting for life rather then pain.
The wolf is a savior for the dying,
And a profit for the living.
 
As the moonlit field was engulfed with darkness,
The wolves returned.
They returned to continue their song of tranquility.
To continue their serene song of happiness,
Struggle,
And triumph.
With each separate song telling a different tale,
Of both the love and compassion felt within the pack.
Having the effect of there being thousands of wolves among the hills and planes.
 
The cry of the wolf.
The most beautiful sound one could ever hear.
The perfect pitch to bestow one with the feeling of horror,
And also the longing to hear more.
 
The endlell howl!
 
The sound of ones dreams comes true,
With the realization of mortality,
And life.
The longing of these magnificent creatures is but one thing.
To be understood and loved by all.
So that they may be at peace with themselves,
And also with the creatures that they share the lands with.
So that we may truly understand the needs of our animal kindred.
The beloved of all wild creatures.
The beautiful and graceful.
WOLF.