Monday, June 5, 2006

From the Soul of a Wolf.
We've seen mountains grow from hills,
and trees grow tall.
We've felt years go on,
only to grow old and fall.
With my brothers and sisters
that's also the same.
You see we've lived many a moon,
but now our time has came.
The two-legs have come in,
and killed all of our prey.
This must be a sign,
that now we must pay.
We're all so confused,
because what have we done?
We don't have an answer,
so soon we'll all be gone.
We'll never again,
see the water freeze.
Our howls will never again,
be carried on the breeze.
I am a wolf,
older than you know,
and all of this,
has come from my soul.
So believe what you want,
and do what you may.
But we need the two-legs help,
if we are to see another day.

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The Wolf.
A movement in the bushes near by
A shadow moving silent and sly
A ghost in the darkest night
Climbs to the greatest height
To sing its mournful song


Running in the distance far
Underneath the moon and stars
Is an animal like no other
Who runs and hunts with his brothers
In the dead of night


Growling, snarling, biting, bleeding
The other one is not receding
The fight for leader must go on
Until the other one is gone
To reach another day




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Angela Corley: My interest in wolves started when I was about 9 and I watched White Fang for the first. Two years ago I started to sponsor a wolf, but half way through last year I received a letter that said he had passed away. That is when I wrote, "The Wolf".

I am starting my first year in high school this semester, and if
every thing goes well I plan to attend the University of Alaska located in Fairbanks to achieve my degree in Wildlife Biology.


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Lone Wolf.
A silhouette up on the rock
the full moon hangs behind
The wolf song that is sung
in search for its own kind...

He once was called "alpha male"
the lead wolf of his pack
A position lost with age
due to the stamina he lacks...

He once stood strong and tall
this old aged canine king
Tonight he walks the dark alone
with no pack, no den, nothing...

For time is without mercy
pulling the strong to their knees
He lifts his voice once more
to send his song on the night breeze...

The countless stars across the sky
watch him from far above
He mournfully recalls his life mate
of his life, the missing love...

His mind drifts to the many hunts
and the sharing of the blood lust
When he could identify his brothers
and he knew who he could trust...

Now he is a renegade
and he scavenges alone
Through many nights of hunger
while chewing on an old bone...

Off in the distance he can hear
the "others" share the howling
Around him he can hear others
the predators out prowling...

He knows his time is limited
as he lays his head upon his paws
There in that desert moonlight
his old heart finally does pause...

The pack does sense his passage
so they pause, the howl in check
Then fill the night with their wolf song
his pack shows their respect.

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I've trans formed back into my ancient form.
As the wolf guardian priestess.
This is what I look like as the wolf guardian priestess:



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Wolf Howl.
My golden wolf eyes can see
Everything you hide from me.
No secret is safe from me.
This by right I decree.
When I see you as my prey
I assure you that there's no way
To escape from me.
Death is your destiny.
Never cross me, unless you wish to die
A very early, very painful death;
Never trust the wind's vague sigh
For with it your smell upon me is bequeathed.
When you hear the wolf howl,
Then is the time to hide.
For even if you conceal your fear,
My golden wolf eyes can see what's inside.


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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’ll follow 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.

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Wolf's Rain ^-^

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Wolf's Rain-Gravity

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