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Wolf



Velvet black fur,
like a shadow in the dark.
 Sinuous muscles,
 sure to leave a mark.

 Silent footprints,
 deep in the snow.
 Flying from tree to tree,
 Beyond all you know.

 Intelligent eyes,
 shining with pain.
 Of things long ago,
 things lost in the rain.

 Knowledge of death,
 shapes fleeing its might.
 Dark monsters with fire,
 what a terrible sight.

 Hunted for fur,
 and just satisfaction.
 With no thought for a life,
 no thought for reaction.

 Yet it still pads away,
 from hunter out there.
 From humans surrounding it,
 most without even a care.

 Soon it would be gone,
 a memory fading.
 Like the last of the kind,
 brought to death by trading.

 Soon no more,
 will the air be filled.
 By the song of wolves,
 the ones who were killed.

 The moon shining bright,
high up in charcoal sky.
   For the wolves in the night,
                                                                                                      
Please, really, why?

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Comments


  • Young Hawk
    February 11, 2009

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    I love this. This was the first poem I read on SP, when I wasn't even a member yet. Your imagery is beautiful and the emotions and the beats. This is awesome.


  • BJ Colvin
    January 10, 2009

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    Great meaning

    I enjoyed this a lot the descriptions the wolves. And yet it holds the sorrow of the hunting of these beautiful beasts. The second to last stanza is probably my favorite where you talk of how no long the air will be filled with their song. It really is beautiful singing. You know you wrote a good poem when it makes others think. Thank you for such a great read


    • Savage
      January 10, 2009
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      Thank you very much, wolves are a favourite of mine and they don't deserve to be killed by people who don't need to just because they need food.

      Thanks for the kind comment.