Kavik
IDEALLY, THE WORLD WOULD UNDERSTAND WOLVES.
Rarely do they kill just to kill…but for survival.
Even when wild dogs kill sheep, wolves get the blame.
Mysterious, aloof, confident, proud and beautiful
Every action a wolf takes is for the good of the pack.
Many people fear Canis lupis and kill them randomly.
Believing that the death of a wolf helps profits,
Erroneously they are killed when flocks are attacked.
Ranchers round up and set out to eradicate…the wolf.
Killing creatures like my murdered friend, a hybrid wolf (83%), hurts.
Adventures in our family, he was part of our pack.
Vacations, fun, and visits to parks ended; a needless killing.
I could not believe my yearling wolf was dead; poisoned.
Kavik, I still miss you, my playful, loyal friend.
Copyright 3/18/2015
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
When I think of wolves or see a movie about them, I always miss Kavik’s love and kisses.
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2015
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment