Love, From a Wolf’s Point of View

Love, it’s such a fickle thing!
Comes and goes when it pleases,
Leaving the bearer of such
Emotions sometimes distraught, yet
At the same time elated. The soul
Soars to the greatest heights above
The puffy clouds which litter the
Skies above. Love can take one to
Heaven and then at the same time
Wisk one away to the deepest, darkest
Depths of Hell … all at once!

If there were one word to sum up
All emotion, human and animal alike,
That one word would be Love. Ever
Seen a wolf who has lost their mate?
They mate for life y’know, most times.
The widow howls and howls, mourning
This tragic loss. It’s a low, sad howl which
Wavers with so many notes and
Brings tears to the soul. Losing a pack mate
Can also be alarming, for the whole pack
Shares the grief.

Yet, on the other hand when pups are born
In the Spring, they all come together to
Raise the children, teaching them to hunt
And how to frolic for everyone will always
Be a child at heart.

Just remember one’s rank in the pack …
For the Alpha is always challenged.
Perhaps, in light of life, that is my trouble.

(c) 2003 A Riddle