Eerie howling, wolfhound calling.
Amber eyes alight.
Spirit of the deepest forest.
Stealthy pads the night.
Distant hunting, litters growing.
Feral family proud.
Livestock missing, farmers arming.
Freedom disallowed.
Tortured trappings, party shootings.
Stalking after dark.
Sighting now of wolfpacks only
In the Wildlife park.
Pressured lifestyle, fragile living.
Species on the wane.
Now mere myth and legend honour
Wolf of prairie fame.
A beautifully written commentary on the decline of, not only the wolf, but much of nature. A 10. Ron
fay this is very real and touches deep. we as man do so much hardm to the innocent creatures.
Your beguiling title gives way to a superb tribute to an awesome creature. S :)
Pressured lifestyle, fragile living. Species on the wane. Now mere myth and legend honour Wolf of prairie fame.... good write dear.I appricaite it.....g ood write with solid words...10 ryingwolf means foul shout for help...but i suggest u read mine'cry not'
what a nice piece ageless friend! this is the piece what i want to write! I love the message of this piece and the reality stated! The situation of this writing sometimes happen in humans especially in our country! nice write Fay!
a very touching and inspiring write indeed with very nice and heart felt flow, i loved it, thank 10++++++ rgds asif
A great tribute to these fiercely, beautiful creatures who have suffered such a tragic fate. Your compassion resonates. Wonderful write, Fay. Always your friend, Sandra
Woodland forests have given way To leisure pursuits' that people play motocross on woodland fells can no one hear! the alarm bells? another great poem Fay, and a very sobering one at that regards Bob
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There was talk about re-introducing wolves into the West highlands of Scotland but the Scottish RSPCA got it stopped on grounds of danger and cruelty..'To the wolves'..Someone told them there were gangs of marauding Glaswegian drunken campers prowling about at night in the highland forests. Sid x