Canis Lupus (Grey Wolf) Poem by Daniel Richards

Looking out, upon the valley coast, rivers and seas
I absorb my picture perfect land and its
Whites blues yellows and greens
From my cliff top lair, I guard and
Protect my land from rivals, enemy and
The devil if he’d care

With an army behind me
Great manes and slashing teeth
I’ll conquer any imposter and nullify rivalry
For my ancestors stood the very same ground,
Living now as constellations,
Ill die making them proud, but this
Land has changed, with every passing
Season nothing remains, all so different
With nothing the same

When the winter had fully arrived and
My marching army starved
A wilderness deserted and enemies
Pushed out far, hunger breeds
Feelings foul, so we’ll raid the nearest farm
Leaving it all but its herd and fowl
Forced into a hasty retreat
As the farmers gun burst a howl.

The longest winter I've ever endured
Six weeks longer then the last I’m sure
But with spring brings new arrivals,
Not mammals, birds or prey
But young little wolf cubs
Howling for a feed,
As the days fail a return of
Prey for us to gorge, I feel
Giddy dizzy feeling standing on my paws
The woods that once reached the
Cliffs, no longer seem to be,
The birds that once sung a sunny living beat
Are no longer apparent, as I stumble ever weak.

With howls of pain of starving discomfort
My once courageous army becoming despondent
As one by one they take an eternal sleep.
Young blue crystal eyes are becoming cloudy and grey
As young cubs die, this land has turned on me and many have died
As I grow ever unsteady on these weary old legs of mine