He waits alone, amidst the cold and snow,
Waiting patiently for that familiar sound.
Where have they gone to..he does not know,
Missing the love, he once had found.


Friends

friends are like cubes,they show many faces.
some want to help u,some want to hurt u.
pain is my friend,it lets me know im still alive.
death is my friend,he will provide release.
life is my friend,it shows me anger and fear.
experience is my friend,it makes me who i am.
Who i am is not important,its who my friends are.
                       

Understanding

Understanding is a tool,or the key to life,
depending on where u stand.

I am in the middle,i neither understand or comprehend.
My life is muddled,so full of pain and fear,
of the past and for the future.

When the pain is here,i reach for the blade,longing for blood to flow.
Better it makes me feel,but how can causing pain,
rid myself of it.

This is the question,asked by millions,none can answer.
This is where,understanding,comes into play.
If we can answer this,then maybe one day,we will understand why..

Now this is the law of the jungle, as old and as true as the sky,
And the wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the wolf that shall break it must die.

As the creeper that girdles the tree trunk, the law runneth forward and back;
For the strength of the pack is the wolf, and the strength of the wolf is the pack.

Wash daily from nose tip to tail tip; drink deeply, but never too deep;
And remember the night is for hunting and forget not the day is for sleep.

The jackal may follow the tiger, but, cub, when thy whiskers are grown,
Remember the wolf is a hunter go forth and get food of thy own.

Keep peace with the lords of the jungle, the tiger, the panther, the bear;
And trouble not Hathi the Silent, and mock not the boar in his lair.

When pack meets with pack in the jungle, and neither will go from the trail,
Lie down till the leaders have spoken; it may be fair words shall prevail.

When ye fight with a wolf of the pack ye must fight him alone and afar,
Lest others take part in the quarrel and the pack is diminished by war.

The lair of the wolf is his refuge, and where he has made him his home,
Not even the head wolf may enter, not even the council may come.

The lair of the wolf is his refuge, but where he has digged it too plain,
The council shall send him a message, and so he shall change it again.

If ye kill before midnight be silent and wake not the woods with your bay,
Lest ye frighten the deer from the crop and thy brothers go empty away.

Ye may kill for yourselves, and your mates, and your cubs as they need and ye can;
But kill not for pleasure of killing, and seven times never kill man.

If ye plunder his kill from a weaker, devour not all in thy pride,
Pack-right is the right of the meanest; so leave him the head and the hide.

The kill of the pack is the meat of the pack. Ye must eat where it lies;
And no one may carry away of that meat to his lair, or he dies.

The kill of the wolf is the meat of the wolf. He may do what he will,
But, till he is given permission, the pack may not eat of that kill.

Lair right is the right of the mother. From all of her years she may claim
One haunch of each kill for her litter, and none may deny her the same.

Cub right is the right of the yearling. From all of his pack he may claim
Full gorge when the killer has eaten; and none may refuse him the same.

Cave right is the right of the father, to hunt by himself for his own;
He is freed from all calls to the pack. He is judged by the council alone.

Because of his age and his cunning, because of his gripe and his paw,
In all that the law leaveth open the word of the head wolf is law.

A Lone Wolf

He waits alone, amidst the cold and snow,Waiting patiently for that familiar sound.
Where have they gone to..he does not know,Missing the love, he once had found.

He heard a voice, that of a man,Then a loud noise, and a yelping cry.
The human spoke of a sickening plan,Of killing- but for what, the wolf knows not why.

Where have his pups gone, his precious mate.The Alpha, Omega and Beta, all gone still.
He lets out a mournful howl, realizing their fates,As the winter air compounds the night's chill.

He hangs his head low, his eyes filled with tears,He is alone, his howls unanswered in the night sky.His heart filled with grief, his mind filled with fears,He can't understand why his packmates had to die.

Now- a lone wolf, he wanders the forest alone,His head to the ground, he picks up a familiar scent.His heart quickens, at the sound of a moan,There he finds her- the one for which he is meant.His mate, hurt and frightened, lifts her head to the sky,

The wolf's heart breaking as he notices her wounds.Raising her head, her gaze meets his eyes,
The pain in her eyes, reflected by the light of the moon.Desperate to help, but not knowing what he can do,He lays down beside her, and gives her a loving nuzzle.
As she lay helpless, he sighs heavily- as he knows the truth,His mate's body becomes still,
as he gently licks her muzzle.

A Wolf Poem

Away in the forest all darksome and deep,
The wolves went a-hunting when men were asleep;
And the cunning old wolves were so patient and wise,
As they taught the young cubs how to see with their eyes,

How to smell with their noses and hear with their ears,
And what a wolf hunts for and what a wolf fears.
Of danger they warned: "Cubs, you mustn't go there -
It's the home of the Grizzily-izzily Bear."

The cubs in the pack very soon understood
If they followed the Wolf-law the hunting was good,
And the old wolves who'd hunted long winters ago,
Knew better than they did the right way to go.

But one silly cub thought he always was right,
And he settled to do his OWN hunting one night.
He laughed at the warning - said HE didn't care
For the Grizzily-izzily Bear!

So, when all his elders were hot on the track,
"I'm off now he barked to the cubs of the pack.
"I'll have some adventures - don't mind what you say!"
A wave of his paw - and he bounded away.

He bounded away till he came very soon,
Where the edge of the forest lay white in the moon,
To what he'd been warned of - that terrible lair -
The haunt of the Grizzily - izzily Bear!

He came ...and what happened? Alas! to the pack
That poor silly Wolf-cub has never come back.And once,in a neat little heap on the ground,
The end of a tail and a whisker were found,
Some fur, and a nose-tip - a bristle or two,

And the kindly old wolves shook their heads, for they knew
It was all of his nice little feast he could spare,
That Grizzily-izzily-izzily Bear.

"The Spirit of the Wolf"

-Belle Wulf

So strong that I would lift my head and I would cry
For all the pain and sorrows born
of all the wolves that man has torn

From there ways which God hath made to fields of blood
where millions lay
Now for the wolf, I must say.
There's got to be a better way.
To live together here today.
For crimes of nature, we all pay...

-Alix

Songs of Triumph,Songs of despair,
My songs are carried through miles of air.
I cry for my sisters,I cry for my brothers,
I cry for the deaths of all the others.

Why do you fear me?What have I done?
I haven't attacked you since life has begun.
My instincts are natural,
I have to obey.

My hunts are native and cannot be swayed.
You need not fear,The fire in my eyes.
All the tales are nothing but lies.

Please listen to,What I have to say,
To put all these wars at bay.
There have been times when I have saved you,
I have comforted you and have been your friend.
Now it's me you have to fend.
By ©Raven Thurston

 My beautiful wolf

Think not of the hatred of the world
That lies upon your shoulders
Think not of the fact that the humans are afraid
Of your glorious howl in the night
Think not of your troubles
Back at your home
And run away

Endurance of the Wolf Prayer

Patti Wolf Bass / Outer Banks, North Carolina

May the Wolf Spirit Grant Us the
Endurance of the Wolf.
Wolf's Faith and Courage
Show Us the Way
To Roam to New Heights.
Wolf's Wisdom Lead Us to
Rely on Wolf's Spirit to Carry Us
Through All of the Earth's Gates.
May the Wolf Howl
Make Us Hear

The Wolf Song,
That Will
Fill Us with Harmony and Guide
Us to Our Destiny
of Awaiting Clouds,
That Whisper Through the Winds,
To Our Wolf's Spirit;
Peace,That Will Never End.

And now you lay there dying

Steel jaws upon your frame,Life's blood slowly seeping
I whimper your sweet name.

Helpless, I watch you struggle,Chest heaving with labored breath,
Steel jaws clenching tighter
Winds whisper the song of death.

The blood has now stopped flowingI know the time is near,And you will forever leave me
My love, my life, my dear.

And now my world is silent,Your struggles now have ceased,I lay my head upon you
And know you are at peace.Perhaps your soul has lifted
To skies where eagles soar,And there you'll greet your brothers
To run with them forever more.

And someday I shall find you,In the heaven's so far above,And when our wild soul's unite
There'll be no greater love.When I hear you crying softly
In the middle of the night,I want to tell you I'm o.k.And everything's alright.

I didn't want to leave so soon,I barely got to grow,But once my job on earth was done
I really had to go.I don't want you to be sad for me,
Cause I'm in a real nice place,And anytime I want to,I can gaze upon your face.

In fact I'm feeling right at home
Someone's always yelling no!And if it weren't for jumping clouds
I'd have nowhere else to go.

It's always very quiet here,Especially at night,Until I burst into my wolf tune
And sing with all my might.Tell Waylon and Shane Michael
To listen to the wind,Cause when the moon is full
They'll hear the cry of their old friend.

Please give Jena and Sierra,A special hug from me,
I sometimes miss those carefree days
That came so easily.

I know what your doing,mom
And it really makes me proud,I get so darned excited,That I howl right out loud.

Your plan to save the timber wolf,And all his family too,
Will leave a shining legacy,Of the life I shared with you.

Now all of you get ready
To share a family hug,Give dad a big wet sloppy one
While he's pinned down on the rug.When you think of me - smile,Timber Love.

TWO WOLVES ALONE

Two wolves alone,Cut away from their pack,
On this cold winter day,Where the warmth is lacking.

They go on a journey,Searching for their clan,Their loving family.

Cut away from the pack,They got lost and afraid;
The world to them seemed so strange.

Two young wolves,One White, one Black,Wind in their faces,
Menacing clouds at their backs.

They howl into the night,Searching, but still not finding,
Their family, their own clan.

Where are they now?Maybe many miles away,Searching also for shelter
From the Forever Menacing Cold.

They desperately howl;The chill is getting colder now.

Suddenly, a sound;A far and distant howl.

It is their clan, their family;They finally found them,Now they are happy.

They follow the sound,Of the far distant howl,Soon finding a cave,
This weather of cold,How they did brave.

Now they are together,Again.

These two wolves alone,
Not alone ever again.

silent paws trotting

on a well beaten trail,alone in the wilderness,so young and so frail.

Little yips go unanswered,the moon is now his guide,
looking for ones just like him,or have all of them just died?

He sniffs the dampened ground
and senses man everywhere,the silence is deafening
no howls in the air.

Oh why did he venture
so far from his den,while his pack fell silent
at the hands of men?

His stomach is growling
but the hunger he’ll endure,his pack family is out there
it’s their blood he smells for sure.

He stops in his tracks
and raises his head up high,the terror overwhelms him
as he lets out another cry.

But still there’s no answer
he can’t understand why,he’ll follow their trail
or he surely will die.

For days now he’s traveled
his spirit and body gone weak,he lies down in white clover
no more energy left to speak.

Soon the soul hovers,over this tiny, frail pup,
whose future now will be guarded,as his soul travels up.

What right does man have
to take life from a living thing,that has no way to voice its defense
against a human being?The wolf is a symbol,
a brother, a friend.it’s time now for action
before his existence comes to an end.

My best friend is
truly misunderstood

She comes from nature like the earth and wood.All the misconceptions about her,
she must defend,They can't see, she has the gentleness of the wind.

My friend is mischevious; that's not just a rumor
But it's only her way of showing a sense of humor.She has love and respect
for the human race,Which never seems to be returned; what a disgrace.

My friend has a heart full of loyalty and love
Her grace and beauty were gifts from above.She loves to frolic and run just for fun
Otherwise it's shade she seeks, to be out of the sun.

There are times you may not see her standing thereBut, of your presence,
you can bet she is aware.
When I look into her eyes, I see age old intelligence
When others see her, in fear theyThe moon was half the night you left,
Took to the sky with your last breathe,The wind it whistled through your hair,
Your precious soul it filled the air.

You howled goodbye to those you love,Ran through the clouds up way above,
The night was dark but you felt content,‘Cause this is where the good ones went.

The ones you left, they mourn and cry,They were not ready to say goodbye,
Your presence would fill the room with flare,But now the room is cold and bare.

When laid to rest the moon was crescent,And all the ones you loved were present,
Memories shared and stories told,About your life from young to old.

One day our hearts will start to mend,From losing a wife, a daughter, a friend,
And every time the moon is full,

We’ll raise our heads and we’ll see you.as been persecuted for far too long.
SO many lives have been taken and SO many packs torn apart,

eternally.It truly breaks my heart-- for I know that the above poem was not based solely on a recent dream,but rather, it IS a heart-wrenching reality.

The Legend Of The
Great White Wolf

Come young and old,Come gather around,Come sit by my fire
And don't make a sound

I will tell you a tale
I will tell you a story Of the great white wolf
And all of his glory

He traveled alone,So the legend does say
He traveled at night ,In search of his prey

It happened one night,As he roamed his domain
An indian child,The wolf did attain

She was lost in the woods,In three feet of snow
She was frightened and hungry,With no where to go

The wolf took great pity
On this trembling child
All cold and wet,And lost in the wild

So off through the woods,The wolf he did run
In search of some food,For this little one

Upon his return.The wolf he did bring
A morsel of food,For this little thing

Then offering his body,To keep the child warm
The wolf kept her safe,From the terrible storm

She was the one and only indian girl, all that was left in her tribe
she gave so much in her world,a love you couldn't describe
all were left for dead,except this one who said.

Now my heart is like a White Wolf,that forever roams
different from the rest,that wander and can't see
all that use to be

They burned down all our homes,tortured and abused
she walked around confused,white man lies, we were used

She stood on top of a crest,wounds upon her chest
said this world is too far gone,like the White Wolf I go on alone

My heart turned into stone,tormented by their touch
they did just a little too much,this world now my crutch

She said I'm just a White Wolf here,no more will I walk in fear
they may have tried to break my spirit
still my soul is free,no longer will I fret
my will, will be done