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
Copyright © Noel Villarosa | Year Posted 2015
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