Wolves Poems

Yellow Eyes

We've roamed the wild country

My beautiful yellow eyes,

Side by side we've hunted

Shadows dancing on northern skies.

There have been times of plenty

We were content and serene,

Peacefully sleeping

Dangers few and far between.

We've also known much hunger

Ribs protruding from each side,

Mournfully we howled

When our starving cubs had died.

And then there was our first winter

Romping thru the glistening snow,

Tasting each crystal snowflake

Falling gently to and fro.

Ah my dear, sweet yellow eyes

I've known no greater love,

Without you, I am nothing

Our wild souls are one.

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 flowing

I 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.

by Joan L. Van Vels

Amber Eyes

With amber eyes

he watches.

Over his pack,

his family.

Strong together

as they hunt

for survival.

With angry eyes

he sees.

Fences across land,

men with guns,

and a thrill.

He only kills

to survive.

With sad eyes

he looks.

At sharp traps,

the soft furs

of his pups.

They didn't run

to survive.

So he asks,

why did he

survive?

by Rebecca Dupuis

Waya

It is midnight... the in between time... between night and day.

The wind is warm and I hear the stream just beyond the tall grass.

You have walked ahead of me, but not too far.

You are my protector.

We stop and sit by the water’s edge.

You lay your head on my thigh and are still.

The night is ours and I stroke your soft fur...

You are my companion.

Soon you stand and walk to the edge of the water to stand on a tall rock

You raise your regal head and sing to the moon

I am awed at the beauty in your song.

You are my soul

We will walk this path together until the time the spirit world calls.

If am first I will wait for you and listen for you to call to me

And if the Creator allows, I will find you...

For you are my... forever.

by Dakota Storm