Wolf Poems

Call Of The Wild

Yes, I’m the cute little pooch,
You treat like a substitute child, 
Domesticated and to some extent,
By breeding, I’m pedigree styled,
But don’t ignore my ancestral line,
For I still listen to the call of the wild,
And in my heart I’m still a wolf
And this wolf can be easily riled.

To dance with the Wolf'

As the light entwines with the shadows fine
Feeding my fire..I believe.! Is The Lord Devine; who takes us
Higher.' I've no axe to grind..As was in former times.'
I am open to listen.' 
I can see a rich glisten.. at the periphery of my
Indeed Limited vision.' Was that a wolf.' Or a
Brother.? May confusion not smother.' the
Sharing

Not a Wolf I Bet

something is howling
more than one wolf and his mate
yipping coyotes

excited yipping
coyotes cornered something
not a wolf I bet

Rip and Wolf Van Winkle

Children, can you hear the thunder and the gale?
It's time to tell that old and fateful tale.
Nobody knows it better than I know,
the dog named Wolf who died so long ago.

It began with an Autumnal hunting trip
in the Kaatskills with my friend and master, Rip.
I said, "Rip, let's go catch us some squirrel", 
and the

Dancing with a Non Alpha Wolf

her auburn hair spins out as she flails around the studio
dancing with the largest of the wolves, because she can
wild knows wild, and they are definitely both earth animals
The he-wolf is not the alpha, but a mighty fine dancer
His enormous legs are prancing during this tango

They circle each other with light steps, not making eye

wolf eyes

majestic dog gave me wolf eyes
amber yellow, intense, fierce
showing me his carnivore self
I would have been intimidated
if he had been a stranger

Howlin' Like The Wolf

We're goin' out to Idaho where the potatoes grow
honey we're leavin' quite soon
but if you call it quits then I've had my chips
and like the wolf I'll be a-howlin' at the moon
I'm over this Sunshine State yeah I can hardly wait
baby we're leaving at noon
but if you say 'No way!' and you wanna stay
like the

The Wolf Man

On a makeshift lounge in the wilderness he lay.
He knew he was dying and sensed this was his final day.
Atop of this mountain is where he wanted to be,
so he could have one last look at nature's wonderous scenery.
The local wolf pack emerged from the brush and surrounded him.
He smiled as they all gazed, he

Wolf Girl

sunflower eyes,
honeycomb gaze,
symmetrical features,
beautiful face.
i want to get closer—
to erase the space
that exists between
your surface level sex
appeal
and celestial
grace. 

The Dog

Alone,
the dog outrides the flock,
warning away the terrors of night.
He sees
the cheery glow of the shepherds’ fire,
murmured talk and quiet laughter
float past him softly
on the chill autumn breeze.
He longs
to sit with them beside the light,
sharing avidly
(tongue lolling,
 slyly smiling)
in their good-natured jokes
but that is not his place:
He is a dog and no man
and his place

The Wolf

after The Raven by  Edgar Allan Poe

The mist fell over the lake like a grey blanket.
Only the sound similar to a ranket.
The water still and lifeless, not a ripple to be seen.
The air not foetid but fresh and clean.

And I felt a chill from the loss forever of my Bill.

Sitting in the snow, my

WHICH WOLF WILL YOU BE FEEDING

It is impossible when I’m, looking out over the mountains in N. C.
not to feel the influence, the presence…the spirit of the Cherokee.

When I think how in this country and the world…
there is a battle between people who are inhumane to one another…
and those who are compassionate and kind..
up here in the mountains of North

Fumbling Sheep

I'm a really hungry wolf
One that’s never satiated.
Your heart isn't enough
I need your whole arm off

I'm a truly gentle wolf,
Feeding on your bounty.
Maybe flesh is all I need
Not the tears you cry with doubt

What a lucky sheep you are,
Well-fed, with plenty of wool
Yet your eyes are full of fear,
Fumbling blindly in the dark.

"I mean no

In stars above

In the fireflies in the sky above,
Gases collide with grace—no gaslighting~
They weave star-carpets that shimmer and wink,
God’s lanterns flaring to soften our darkness.

A fusion of hydrogen and helium nuclei~
Forms a premium spirit that sparkles,
Like a naked flame through a bright hole in the dark,
Yet forming galaxies remains their thrill.

With self-gravity, bound as twinkling gems,
Blind to

Lullaby of the Wolf

Day is done and night now comes;
flowers fade and birds sleep.
Hear the wolf, he sings a love song;
through the darkness deep.
Hear the shadows weave their lullaby;
weave a soft melody.
As you dream, they sing their gentle song;
sing for you and for me.

As the day fades, and night begins;
let your dreams arise.
Watch as the starlight dances along
through

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