Wolf

Nothing more than a whisper of the wind

Carrying my cry for help from the mountains

As they are the only ones that have lived

Long enough to understand the ways of the wolf

 

As if appearing in a dream,

A stream of furry friends emerged from the forest edge

In just one heart beat

The lights from the aura borealis

Showed itself

My senses pricked up

As the light shone down

Upon me,

My father Papa Wolf the alpha male

Could now see me in the dark

He and the rest of the pack came to help me

 

As the lights went and the moon shone brightly

I was healed; the gunshot wound was no more

 

We are so misunderstood

So many people hate us

And would kill us if they could

Just for the fur we have

We don’t want to hurt humans

We want to be left alone

The prey we hunt are sick or weak

We don’t take the strongest

We care about the pack and do not leave any behind

 

We could live in harmony if you would stop killing us for fun

So please stop the slaughter

Of us wolves, we mean no harm

After all to look in to the eyes of the wolf is to see yourself,

Let’s hope you don’t see a killer.

Reviews

[Wolfwind Words]

This was a breath taking and powerful work of poetry. The ink's voice carries with it a tone of life into the soul of what a wolf is and the flow brings the meaning across with a smooth caring. The piece carries with it truth in the nature of wolves and creates the idea that they should be treated fair, rather than seen as enemies of the people.

Fantastic Ink!
Poetic Wolf

[Aeternal Oceanfire]

Wolves are sad and misunderstood creatures. They are wise, beautiful, and loyal creatures. Well, most humans are killers. Killing a wolf purposely is unforgivable.

[Luchia Noname]

I love this, it really makes it feel like your hearing from a wolf, :) nice job