Alpha

Wolves travel in packs, a few Represented by an alpha male who Is always leading the pack to a greater good Where they can find food and shelter With a chance of surviving the forest’s greed For taking them on a journey to the realms Of death, dying with only the few of them To grieve the loss of one who’s demise Has been a mere lack of nutrients Or the possible meeting of a hunter’s arrow Everyday is a challenge to make it through Without the loss of one or two lives They reach out toward each other with hope For the opportunity to give insights Into things like hunting, fishing and giving All the attention to living that they can give With assurance that giving their best to one another Is their greatest asset in these deep woods Where bear, deer and coyote meet and mingle Hoping for a chance to be given the gift of living The wolves run together, but it is the alpha Who performs the last rites when they have died And it is also him who leads them together Toward the brightest moonlight to hunt their prey And discover the light at the dawning of day It is the alpha who gains the good ground it takes To reach the level of ridges and peaks that portray A place of reassurance and benevolent grace Where God has placed them to find life’s ways