The Snow Wolves

Against the pale October Moon, a lone howling cuts Through the chill of the winter’s night, gleaming yellow Green eyes flash in the forests wilderness wild. Sleek mystic swift of feet, white powder chameleons, Living by the creed of basic instinctual desire to survive, In this harsh environment of the Rocky Mountains. By the flight of the morning blue jay, spooked from his Perches vantage point on high, the pack hunts in the Deep valleys thickening glen. Snow wolves on the prowl, seeking freedoms liberation By tooth and claw, but these are beasts of the free spirit, Out laws nomads, wondering where the restless heart so Leads them. Beguiling creatures of beauty, representing the raw Force of power of the untamed soul, roughed individuals, Stalkers of the ice and snow. Spiritual brethren to the tribal Indians are these Sacred guardians of the great spirits creation, darned With mutual respect and admiration honor, let them Roam freedom’s path forever. Symbolic warriors under the skin and fur, does the animal Run beside the human hidden within the shadow realm of realism. Echoing in the distance, with a chilling presence that Crawls up the neck bone of mankind, announcing, Erriely, of the hunger driving them in silence. Nature’s selectors, weaving the weak from the strong, Legacies ancestral brave, soldiers of canines pack, Living on the edge of extinction mighty wrath. But looking into the eyes of the beast, one can only See the beauty of a wild creature, whom wishes to remain As he was born to be, simply put FREE!! BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN