Sunday, July 28, 2013

Wolves Ancestral Line…. (Miacid)

 Miacids (Miacidae) were primitive carnivoramorphans that lived during the Paleocene and Eocene epochs, about 62–33 million years ago. Miacids existed for approximately 29 million years.
Miacids are thought to have evolved into the modern carnivorous mammals of the order Carnivora. They were small carnivores, superficially marten-like orcivet-like with long, little bodies and long tails. Some species were arboreal, while others lived on the ground. 

Friday, July 19, 2013

Video Documentay-A Man Among Wolves...

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Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Video Documentary-Living With Wolves...

Watch This Documentary Video About Wolves...
For You All,Our Friends,Have a Nice Day & Amazing Vacations...
Enjoy Every Minute!!!

Monday, July 15, 2013

Poem-Noble Wolf...

As darkness descends upon them
they wander from their dens
loping toward distant mountains
from which there lives begin.

Like mystic wraiths they move
phantoms of the lesser light
movements fluid and smooth
effortlessly hiding from sight.

For all their ethereal grace
their desires are simple ones
they roam from place to place
In search of food and fun.

A roving band of renegades
gliding through the night
they deliver mournful serenades
when the moon is full and bright.

Sadly they've become quite rare
as man has managed to engulf
the land they should share
with the proud and noble wolf.

By Billy Noah

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Poem-Twilight Moon...

One evening under twilight moon
There woke a young Fairy
She woke to hear great thunder
as she stumbled upon a great pelt
and beheld a wolf
his eyes in the sorrow of love

he'd been abandoned by love
Beseeching his lady, the moon
ever alone as a wolf
Until he found a fairy
to comfort his lonely pelt
when wind is strong as thunder

What drives them is stronger than thunder
What drove them to be is love
Despite his strange pelt
when he was beheld under the moon
this mattered not to the fairy
and mattered not to the wolf

In the past, lonely was the wolf
His pack, was stricken by a silver Thunder
With not a soul left like the Fairy
None who felt the same as love
None but the moon
Who only shined on his pelt.

But who is he without the pelt?
Without his dearest Fae, he's but a wolf
and the wolf means nothing without the moon.
But he cares not, for his love is like thunder
and such lightening couldn't stop his love
for his one and only Fairy

And as for his Fairy?
Does she feel comfort in my pelt?
Is the feeling she returns to me Love?
I am her Wolf.
I feel it for her, the thunder.
and eternally we dance together under the moon.

By Felix Virgil Black

Monday, July 8, 2013

Poem-A Prince To The Forest...

White fur and deep eyes,
An angel without a disguise.
With a voice like rain and speed of the wind,
They walk the earth,
The grass beneath their feet shivers at the touch.
King of all majesty, the lord of wonder,
All others are subject to blunder.
Lo to be captured by the eyes;
Eyes of innocence that have seen so much hate,
A beauty bound by fate.
Their flesh is the earth, their song one with the sky,
Their feet are the wind in the trees,
With the soundtrack of their cry.

They are the wolves,
Paintings of black and white and brown,
Power in their eyes,
But losing their crown.
Once the king of nature; now hangs on a wall,
Soundless and lost in a world
That has already lost it all.
The wind cannot run,
The birds to not sing.
His majesty has been slaughtered in vain,
Mother Nature grieves for the pain
For the death of her son and his world, the sky and earth,
Only prints left in the dirt.

But the wind whispers in secret,
The rivers ripple by the tide;
And a day will rise when we will see those eyes,

By Wolfkid

Thursday, July 4, 2013

Poem-Wolf Heart...

A wolf lives in a pack
united they pick off caribou.
Alone, they falter in the breeze.
Spirited and free
Alive and utterly wild
no looking back hesitantly.
I run with the wind
I race with the eagle
I am untamable.
You call us the monsters
yet you hunt us down
for you games and pleasure.
Race up the rocky path
Simply for the absolute
exhilaration of a challenge.
I fear nothing and no one
there is not a force on the earth
that can hold me down.
Tiny puppy yips echo
the only noise in the night
curled up in each other's warmth.
I am never alone
I can still feel the pack presence
wherever they are.
I am as swift as night
as pure as snow
My grace is rivaled by no one.
My howl is a symphony
vaulting over canyons
my song of life.

By Wolfeh
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