Lost outside the truth of soul,
restless yearnings revealed.
Too far strayed and too long away
to know what yourself has concealed.

Gentle wakening by the touch of a hand,
as eyes open slowly to see
an image, a form, cloaked with haze,
questioning not what will be.

It speaks softly to still your fear,
saying you're one and the same...
a guide to help in journey's search,
to fight through the struggle and pain.

Embracing the golden light of soul
and keeping heart most full;
returning to home of instinctual life...
are those who run with the wolves.
Linda2001©

We race into the wild
so free to roam the earth
running tall amongst our peers
our adopted rite from birth.

We fear not who we are
only what we may become
due to the lack of trust
from those so new to us.

We hunt into darkness
under a moonlit night
going for prey, our kill
but not for game or thrill.

So when you see this pack
be not afraid, just watch
be careful what you do
for we have hearts like you.
dawg_isblue©

Wolves howling in the blizzard snow
Communicating on the winds that blow
Sharing tales with the other packs
Where the food is, and where it lacks
Grandfather Wolf has passed away
A set of cubs that were born this day
Shiver in the cold where they now lie
A hunter's bullet made the mother die
Further north is the warmth of a cave
Other Wolf lives can now be saved
A herd of elk in a forest near
A winter's feast to get them through the year
Harsh is life in this wintery land
Food sources diminished by Man
They have their own meat, which they won't share
For the Wolves' lives they have no care
One day soon there will be no pack
No wolf howls to answer back
Precious lives the lord did make
Howling prayers save life's mistake
Listen closely to Nature's calls
No more building of concrete walls
Replenish forests, leave the animals be
Let us all live in Harmony.
emmarie©

Startled imagination’s across the land 
For similarities of the wolf are much like man
Struggling to survive in an environment so cold 
Traps are set to kill, even the youngest are sold.

Wanted dead or alive, the trappers did yell
No matter how small, there lives were pure hell.
For bounty, was the game, for killing off numbers
Persecution took place to the sound of thunder.
Alpha couples were the most aggressive
With a body language used and deeply possessive.
Courtships would begin in the depths of the winter season
I tell you, their existence is here for a reason.

The cries and yelps of one or two
Cause fright and chills to the likes of you.
Safety is always found with the pack 
Wisdom is a blessing the wolf does not lack.

Love and affection with the wolf you will see
Is much like the love seldom shared by you or me.
Soon, a young one goes astray.
Creating new families along the way.

Don’t be afraid, in the dark while alone
When the wolf cries, loud of a language unknown
Words of importance are really being said
Maybe cries that another wolf is dead.
Princess_LoveStar©

In the frozen night,
amidst the blowing snow
a song is carried on the wind
a mournful sound.

The sadness expressed,
touches my heart deeply
as tears begin to flow in
a river of melancholy.

What desperate tragedy,
could cause such malaise to
drive icy chills through my soul in
a glacier of depression.

Trudging through the storm,
longing to seek out the source
of this sorrowful song in
a fog of despair.

I stop in my tracks,
listening to the sound
which calls to me still in
a somber sirens song.

Heavy-hearted, I turn back,
reality hitting me hard as
I recognize the sadness
when wolves cry.
Kindred©

A lone male wolf's howl
pierces the stone silence
of a hunter's night
the scent of dominating musk
thickened the breathable air
it's fear is carried on the mist
heavy its weight, on a cold winter night

He is the creator of song
erie cries responding
to the sociable pack, he enrages
to a carnivorous serenade

Chaos is about to fall
awaking the stillness of the nigh
creatures of the hunted
scurry under ground in fright
birds of prey take to a survival flight
chilling howls yellowing.
their spines to survive

The hunt tonight is hunger driven
it is a hunger of souls to survive
listen to the cries that are heard
captured in the lone wolf's howl
it is the same of a solitary man
for mans hunger is to survive
among the towering canyons
of concrete and glass
his air thickens unbreathable
choked by a distortion of life
his hunt is clocked by lonely shadows
that haunt his being

Listen to the howl
of the lone wolf inside
he hunts for lost souls
Holderof©

Silent. Still. No breeze.
Moisture to freeze
On fur. In frigid air
Howls fracture, and snare
The attention of life.

Ode to the morning.
Eerie and yearning.
Wolf dreaming, wolf song.
To be gone before long?
Sharp as a knife.
Anjaleck©

He had traveled far,
Seeking of the meaning of his existence
Within the cosmos.
Searching for quantum knowledge.

He stumbled from his tent,
While the others still slept soundly.
This day's first light has broken.
The air is filled with a mist of lightly falling snow.
He could smell the scent of wood burning from a nearby cabin.

No sound can be heard but the crackling of frozen snow,
Beneath their paws.
It is here the pack gathers,
To lift their heads and voice their freedom,
In unison, the call of their wilderness home.

Their haunting howl gave him goose flesh.
His first encounter with these kindred spirits.
For a moment he was one with the universe.
At this, first light.
Trev25©

In a pack
They stand united
All crying the same cry
To the unforgiving moon
Standing upon the snow
Sinking into
The vast field of white
A few lag behind
Because the wind
Blowing in their faces
Is just too much to endure
But they remain a part
Of this tight woven circle
And if one should fall
Victim to this cold element
He will not be left behind
To suffer and to die
Because he is
And always will be
A member of this society
EpicMyst©

Closely I watch the creatures of the night
Carefully keeping myself out of sight
Again I wonder if we're as smart as we think
In this chain of life, we're the higher link
Yet I feel as though something has been lost
To the winds, it has been carelessly tossed
Our way of life has pushed the simple things aside
By which these creatures of the wild abide
They depend on each member of the pack
To be loyal and watch the leader's back
Each member of the family has its place
And respect for each other's personal space
They live off the land and what it provides
Causing no damage to the earth or its skies
The sound of their voices echoes through the air
A reminder of a world, once abundant, now rare
Shadow Whysper©

It's a waxing moon when they materialize from darken gray
As they raise their voices in unison and to their god they pray
Haunting the sound as their voices echo through the night
To some who listen it will freeze their blood in pure fright
Where else can one hear the sound of religion so crisp and clear
And to think a wolf's religion is a simple one of pain and fear
Brother to the wind and sister of the dark, they live in mystique
Moving from shade to shadow they appear both graceful and sleek
With a lethal kiss to prey they use fang and paw prove their power
Before these champions of the night even the might of man will cower
But it is to the moon they sing out loud their praise and devotion
Giving life to a sound that is the heart and soul of all their emotion
Bear1Mage©
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