“There was about him,
A lurking ferocity,
As though the wild
Still lingered in him;
And the wolf in him,
Merely slept.”
Jack London
This January’s Full Moon
By many Native Americans
Was called the ‘Wolf Moon’
And recently, it arrived again
These very sad days, I now find myself
Howling up, at this ancient Wolf Moon
My dogs, of course, always accompany me
And they too, now sing a very sad, soulful, tune
I’ve been truly blessed to have seen and heard many wolves
On my many treks, into the wilds of the American continent
There is nothing quite like, gazing up into a star-studded night
Listening to the wolves howling at the moon, right outside a tent
I guess that I have always identified myself with the wolf
Because to me, this ancient creature represents Earth’s wild
And as we human beings continue on our path of destruction
I so sadly find it so much harder these days to laugh and smile
We seem hell-bent, on destroying all of its remaining Creation
And, the beings which now suffer the most, are these wild ones
I would love to leave this Earth a better place than when I arrived
But I don’t see much hope of that, before my time on Earth is done
The last several decades have been extremely horrendous
For all wild things, and for the environment, on this planet
I sincerely hope and pray that our leaders, and every one of us
Soon wake up and realize we’re taking Nature’s gifts for granted
Up in Alaska, one of the wild wolf’s last refuges in America
They are now being shot down from helicopters and airplanes
And today, they are also being gunned down, at Yellowstone
And across the Rocky Mountains, in a greedy world gone insane
“We have very sadly forgotten
How to be good guests,
And how to walk lightly on this earth,
As its many other creatures do.”
Barbara Ward
©Wolf Moon 2013, Mr. Ed
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you are *Mr Ed* pity not many more...
Lady Vivian
Ron
Peace be with you,
John Michael
Charlene Iverson
Anna
Cheers,
Dan
The boastful cowards that hunt this most beautiful creature with a gun, from ground or helicopter, can only brag about their shallow thrills, should they be send to the wild, with only their claws and teeth to defend themselves, they would surely succumb to their cowardness, and seek the nearest shelter among their kind. They should mount their trophies with the inscription, for willy nilly thrill I was killed, though my courage and life was of Mother Nature, not of my demented brain.
budd
every creature that has crossed your path is very blessed...
for you are their angel and help...
Aye many a man are parasites on this planet... I for one and
I do know many others are not... I am a vegan, some tease me
about causing plants to scream...
Bless you...
Love and Light
Lily
How long will it be before we are all cannibals?