Howling At the Moon

I am a wolf lover I am simply an observer from afar I looked up at the moon Imagining your howling to keep me attuned Moon is your vision in howling message Vikings always wore your skin at winter’s rage Blood was taken to compensate for lost courage in the battle They see you as a companion spirit to set on another travel Watching your blue eyes at birth, turning yellow By the time you turn older, we’ll hear a loud bellow Your desire to reunite with your blood brothers All gray wolves and the red wolves smother an affair Gather all alpha male and female To produce the strongest cubs and care A career in hunting intensified by watching Learning to form a polygon, each is participating Many rulers were fascinated to mean their names with yours Some noble personality hunts you down for your shaggy fur Using wolfhound to outrun and hunt your brothers As they respond to human howls are then put in danger Clearing my mind of any last wolves ever killed Keep on howling and make us beguiled Unwanted occupants warned away from trying to intrude Protecting each other and your brood I am only a follower for whatever is your knowing I regret any anarchic killing For I believed slain wolves’ brothers would revenge I am to this day will help to make a change 27 March 2015