Eyes of the Wolf     


A quiet hush falls over the landscape
as one lone wolf, the alpha male, takes his post
in the early morning hours high on the crest
of a hill, forever watchful of all below.

Yes, the eyes are ever watchful for the pack.

Watchful eyes in the early morning mist
take in the scene, forever looking, forever concerned
for the welfare of all that are in the wolf pack.
Each of them has their role, each a kinship to the others.

And the eyes are ever watchful for the pack.

Why some men fear them is not understood.
Man could learn much should he take the time.
But fear raises its ugly head along with the rifle,
talking aim time and time again at the wolf.

Yet, the eyes are ever watchful for the pack.

So many misconceptions, so many misunderstandings,
the wolf is a magnificent animal which can teach all,
If only one takes the time to stop and learn.
If we took the time, then things would be different

Still the eyes are ever watchful for the pack.

How many miles will be covered today to find food?
What will be available to keep the pack going?
Will the hunter's rifle find it, or the angry rancher's?
Many questions cloud the mind of the alpha male about this day.

And the eyes are ever watchful for the pack.

But for now, the alpha male watches, constantly vigilant,
waiting to see what adventures the new day brings,
what encounters he can avoid with man
to protect the lives of the precious few in the pack.



the wolf is my messenger





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