In the Forest Den
Deep in the Canadian wilderness she gave birth to four pups,
It was a large dug out hole at the base of a tangled tree;
Her mate for life was out hunting with the pack for deer or elk,
Some wolves remained to protect and guard her.
She was a mottled grey and resembled a domestic dog,
Perhaps a german shepherd or a sled dog but much bigger;
Her paws were huge and she had thick fur to protect her in the cold
But she was so gentle with the pups snuggling them.
As dusk fell she heard her mate's mournful howls in the distance,
She knew his howls, growls and barks from all others;
They were mated for life and this was their first litter of pups,
The pups were blind and defenceless without her.
The pack had been more than thirty-eight wolves until recently,
But farmers had trapped, shot and poisoned many in fear;
And trappers had killed others for their beautiful thick fur,
So these pups were so important to the packs future.
And then he was there in the den with her and nuzzled her neck,
He was taller than she and stronger a truly majestic creature;
Crouching with his ears straightened his facial expression was love,
She moved over so he could join them and all was peace.
In the forest den . . .
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April 1, 2015
Poetry/Verse/In The Forest Den
Copyright Protected, ID 04-659-015-01
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, 100 In A Row - 5
sponsor, PD, Judged
Seventh Place
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Written for the Premier contest, Canis Lupus the Wolf,
sponsor, Shadow Hamilton, Judged 06/2015
First Place
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