The land is covered
with a blanket of snow
shimmering in the cold
moonlight.
I can hear the far away cry of the magestic beast
calling his pack together.
This howl piercing through
my heart and very soul.
The howls are heard by others
as they gather their companies
together to hunt under the
sparkle of the night sky.
They run in droves by night
to hunt and the howls heard
in early morn is to gather
again and sleep.
Like man this social creature
has strong family ties, strength and
endurance, without compromise. I see
his playful run as he lopes across
the fields, running with the sun, his
happiness so real.
This great land is his playground where
he can run, hunt, and breed. No need
to fear the hunters tracking, no fear
or hate indeed. Instead he's admired
for his loyality and respected for his
intelligence. Qualities mankind has long
valued in himself.
Oh how wonderful his life could be
if all these things were true, a world
filled with love and concern for life
our enemies so few. So very sad for the
crying wolf, these visions are but mine.
I stand alone with heavy heart my prayers
the only means. To change these things
and make them real, that dwell only in my
dreams.
Angel Clappİ Copyright 1999
"If you talk to the animals
they will talk with you
and you will know each other.
If you do not talk to them
you will not know them, and
what you do not know
you will fear.
What one fears, one destroys."
~Chief Dan George~
"White Wolf on a Misty Night"
Original painting by
Ellen Strope
