The earth needs our love, support and constructive action. Wolves are exceptionally important to the ecosystem, and they are a blessing to all of us. May each of us treat wolves with love, dignity, compassion and respect. They have earned it.
The Wolf Pack
By Michelle Morris
10/01/2020
The Wolf Moon came 10 January
Alone crying high its mystery
The pack stood still in wonderment
Bonds formed moving onward.
Surrounding stars lighted skies
The wolf pack knowingly sighs
Mankind on brink of destiny
War and fire decimating history.
The wolf stood tall in the cold
His pack guiding his ever bold
Impart on humans the bravery
Of protecting all earth's sanctuary.
© Michelle Morris, 2020
endless white vista
dead Siberian snowfall
primal fear begins
Running with the wolf pack
As in a caged fury feeling stunted do not worry
Running reckless to & fro so much in a hurry
Shadows beckon the noise of the plow
Shelter lies dormant onto it's beckoning show
There in the mighty Tundra we shall see
To here the noise of shutters fluttering in the wind
There lies a champion from deep within now where to begin
We left are mark out on the whitened snow
Chained by a loose harness left on the running pack
Working to hard today can give anyone an instant heart attack
Those billows of slight rolling rocks through the outer banks
We hear the laughter yet wait for the cheer
There shines a brightened rainbow in the sky
The enchanting glow on the viscous long hanging fangs that bite
They bark then sneer through the loom of the Winter air
Feelings that I'm never coming back through the ice & debris
There lies in silence the response of a caged king & queen
Take hold of the reins through variation in a dream
Evil tyrants raid the path yet to be so very bold
The taunt of the finish line bent on a barbed wire fence
When will we learn to realize the nature of the beast within ?
We all have a gift
Wrapped up tightly
Secured by our emotions
Hidden away from the outside world
Some may believe we are not worth giving
We may believe we need to be returned
A pretty box may be what they see
But an empty soul may be all it contains
Do you dare unwrap your gift
Unleash it out into the world
With no guard
with no safety net
In the middle of a crowded street
Do you dare peel the hurt back for all to see
Do you vow to be the lone wolf forever more
Run astray from the pack
Feel you don't fit in
Rush to an end before there is a beginning
Beyond every pair of eyes is a story
and every gift that is unwrapped
no matter how ugly how hurt or how lost
There is someone out there willing to unwrap it
and love it for who or what it is now and will become later
For all you lone wolfs out there you are not alone in your struggles
and love does not run from you; you run from it..
I use to be the one running....
First we have the Alphas
They're the ones that lead the pack
When something happens they're the ones that act
That's what alphas do
Next we have to Betas
They're the second in command
Other than the alphas all wolves they can demand
That's what betas do
Third we have the leader pups
They take over for their parents if anything happened
And the pack lines tehy extend
That's what the leader pups do
Last we have other pack members
They take the jobs that the leaders don't
They take jobs like babysitter that other's won't
That's what members do
Wolf packs can have many members
They are usually all friends
All taking care of each other
Because that's what wolf packs do
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