Poetry; of Wolves & Humans

Not Alone    Strong graceful wolf    Lone howl in the night    A chilly wind; the crunch of my feet    Blood rising to my face    Frozen and lonely; desolate. Tracy Durnell, 1999 ( durnells@earthlink.net )	One Last    One last glance from golden eyes,    One last song, a howling cry.    One last wolf stands here alone,    One last forest that he owned.    One last breath that he drew,    One last thought as if he knew.    One last run through his forest trails,    One last night as the silver moon pales.    One last chance to save and give,    One last hope to help live.    One last fight and daring try,    One last glance from golden eyes. Krissy, 1999 ( kcllks@worldnet.att.net )
Straight Through our Hearts    Miles in the sky it seems    The lone wolf looks over his world    encompassed by darkness    Lit only by the cresent moon    One would wonder what passes    Through his mind    Only he knows    Would it be a game of deception    Or could it possibly be    Only looking for prey    Could it be that he is sad for us    When he sees what we are doing    To ourselves and his own    Maybe    What makes his passioned cries    Pierce our very souls    Is it mearly to attract others or    Do we feel the pain of knowing    With every wolf cry    Because of us    Many things die For: Kiara Copyright ©1999 Frances Cassun ( FCassun@aol.com )	Sky's Song My home is at W.O.L.F., yet it should not be. I'm cared for and loved here, but long to be free. The humans who made me not knowing what they do did not understand me or what I'm inclined to do. My spirit is wild, not to be contained, to run free, to play free to live my life naturally. Copyright ©1999 Lisa Ritter ( llrttr@aol.com ) Volunteer at W.O.L.F. (Wolves Offered Life and Friendship).
If You Look ... If you look and find sorrow, - it is because I sorrow.    For brothers and sisters lost...    For children slaughtered...    For mothers and fathers gone forever from my life... If you look and find anger, - it is because I am angry.    For brothers and sisters lost...    For children slaughtered...    For mothers and fathers gone forever from my life... If you look an find confusion, - it is because I am confused.    For brothers and sisters lost...    For children slaughtered...    For mothers and fathers gone forever from my life... If you look and find wisdom, - it is because I am wise.    For brothers and sisters lost...    For children slaughtered...    For mothers and fathers gone forever from my life... If you look and find yourself, - it is because we are not so different.    We've lost brothers and sisters lost...    We've lost our children...    We've lost our mothers and fathers... If you look and find your soul, - then carry me home inside of you. Copyright ©1996 Meegan Ehrlich. To contact Meegan, e-mail ( Kesmer10@aol.com ) with 'poetry' as subject.	Fear is Destruction You can only stay, if you talk to me. - I will talk with you, and you will know me. If you choose to go without speaking with me, - I cannot speak with you, and you will not come to know me. If you do not know me, you will fear me, - because I am different from you. What you fear, you will destroy, - in your mind, and in my body and spirit. Search your soul for those first words. - for if I am truly only another side of you, - then you will destroy both of us. Copyright ©1996 Meegan Ehrlich. Photo of Meegan's Kestryl More photos of Meegan's Wolfdogs are online in the "Visit the Ranch" section of The Wolf Dunn.