Poems

Prison Bars
By Karen Evans

In memory of Contessa

These prison bars I sit behind
From which there is no escape.
Why didn't I get a second chance
But, now it is too late.

I tried to live my master's way
To put instincts aside.
To disobey meant punishment
And oh, how hard I tried.

I didn't mean to trash the house
I did it just for fun.
It's boring being in the house
With no place I can run.

And when I got to go outdoors
He put me on a chain.
I'd run around in circles
Till he'd come out again.

Uh oh, he found the hole I dug
I did it to stay cool.
He beat me with his balled up fists
Oh, why is he so cruel?

My tail tucked between my legs
I'm so scared that I pee.
It doesn't matter what I do
He's just so hard to please.

He doesn't even like the song
I howl every night.
He yells "shut up", and out he comes
To start another fight.

I'm battered, bruised and all alone
Is this how life should be?
When all I wanted was his love
And true acceptance of me.

For I can't help the way I am
At times I feel so strange.
I guess I'm like my ancestors
That once had roamed the range.

So, here I sit on death row
Trapped behind these bars.
Soon to be a spirit
Free amongst the stars.

I guess I'll never understand
The punishment that he,
Gave me each and every day
For me just being me.

Silent Paws
Jerri K. McCann



Silent paws trotting
on a well beaten trail,
alone in the wilderness,
so young and so frail.

Little yips go unanswered,
the moon is now his guide,
looking for ones just like him,
or have all of them just died?

He sniffs the dampened ground
and senses man everywhere,
the silence is deafening
no howls in the air.

Oh why did he venture
so far from his den,
while his pack fell silent
at the hands of men?

His stomach is growling
but the hunger he’ll endure,
his pack family is out there
it’s their blood he smells for sure.

He stops in his tracks
and raises his head up high,
the terror overwhelms him
as he lets out another cry.

But still there’s no answer
he can’t understand why,
he’ll follow their trail
or he surely will die.

For days now he’s traveled
his spirit and body gone weak,
he lies down in white clover
no more energy left to speak.

Soon the soul hovers
over this tiny, frail pup,
whose future now will be guarded
as his soul travels up.

What right does man have
to take life from a living thing,
that has no way to voice its defense
against a human being?

The wolf is a symbol,
a brother, a friend.
it’s time now for action
before his existence comes to an end.

Amber Eyes
By Rebecca Dupuis


With amber eyes
he watches.
Over his pack,
his family.
Strong together
as they hunt
for survival.

With angry eyes
he sees.
Fences across land,
men with guns,
and a thrill.
He only kills
to survive.

With sad eyes
he looks.
At sharp traps,
the soft furs
of his pups.
They didn't run
to survive.

So he asks,
why did he
survive?

The Cry
By Karen Evans



He stands alone at the top of the hill
And sings his mournful cry,
His mate and cubs are missing
He's not certain why.

He had been out hunting
Was gone for only a day,
And hurried back with empty jaws
So scarce now was their prey.

He wasn't gone long
Eager to get home,
But the den was cold and empty
And he sensed something was wrong.

The smell of man was everywhere
With footprints in the dirt,
And blood shed from his family
He knew they had been hurt.

He sat and waited day by day
With hopes they would return,
There wasn't much he could do
Except quietly sit and yearn.

Why would man come all this way
To hunt and shoot them down,
To interrupt their quiet lives
When no harm had been done?

Their territory plainly marked
And not once did they stray,
For they would rather starve to death
Than to get in man's way.

The smell of chickens, cows and sheep
Were so tempting at times,
But instincts warned not to hunt them
Or they would lose their lives.

And so they lived a quiet life
Existing on small game,
Careful it was only wildlife
And nothing man had tamed.

So he could find no reason
For the blood shed on that day,
So peacefully they lived here
So far out of man's way.

Maybe they'd be coming back
His cubbies and his mate,
Wolves are mated once for life
So he would sit and wait.

That was many moons ago
And they have not come back,
But he will not stop hoping
For the reunion of his pack.

He now knows men are murderers
But still does not know why,
And every night he climbs his hill
And sings his mournful cry.

Howling to the Heavens
A poem by WildWind.

I once lived on Earth,
My paradise, my home.
Man invaded while I was gone,
Taking from me my family, and my life.

I howled out to the heavens,
Giving hope, and I prayed;
Bring them back safely,
For they are the sky that I fly.

I continuously howled,
Calling anything, anyone.
But nothing ever came,
And I was alone.

It'd been two years since Man came,
And I still long for my mate, my pups.
I fear they are dead,
But I'll never give up hope.

I howled out to the heavens,
Giving hope, and I prayed;
Bring them back safely,
For they are the sky that I fly.

One night I slept and I had a dream,
The dream showed my family, my hope, my life.
It told me nothing more,
But I kept up a search.

The next night I had another dream,
It told me of my mate, and my pups.
It told me their whereabouts,
But not of their lives.

I howled out to the heavens,
Giving hope, and I prayed;
Bring them back safely,
For they are the sky that I fly.

I ran for miles,
Across deserts, plains.
I finally found them,
Tucked safely between earth.

I lay beside them,
Me, my mate, my pups different than before.
A Man came to us,
With a shining metal thing.

I howled out to the heavens,
Thanking, giving praise;
thank you for leading me,
You are our protector, and may you live forever.

The Man pointed his object straight at me,
I bowed my head, and I cried.
For I would finally be with them,
Forever and ever.

The last thing I knew was a loud noise,
A blur, a pain.
Then I saw clouds,
And atop one was my mate, and my pups.

I howled out to the heavens,
Giving love, and tears;
For I had realized,
That I was in the heavens.

In the Goddess Times
By Wolfbard (D.J. Sylvis)

In the goddess times when the moon reigns full
And the pack starts up as they feel the pull
And the paws push fast as they feel the night
All the forest runs howling with delight


In the hunting times when the scent reigns thick
When the ears are keen and the teeth are quick
And the barks and yips sound along the path
All the forest feeds and the savage laugh


In the quiet times when all sleep reigns still
And the sated pack has no lust for thrill
And the warmth of kin is their main desire
All the forest rests by the quiet fire


In the threatened times when the dark reigns high
And the shadows slink as they lurk nearby
And the pack must fight growling back to back
All the forest flees from the loyal pack


In the injured times when the blood reigns thick
And there's wounded kin the pack moves in quick
And the cure and care is on each sharp mind
All the forest knows the pack can be kind


In the goddess times when the moon reigns full
And the pack starts up as they feel the pull
And the pack is one where their souls abide
All the forest knows I am by their side

Unsure
By Twilight_Wolf

When I dream of you I feel whole.
I feel warm.
I feel complete.
I feel loved.

But what I'm unsure about it whether you feel the same.
Unsure whether you feel warm.
Unsure whether you feel complete.
Unsure whether you feel loved.
Unsure whether you think of me.

This is the only nightmare that enter my dreams of you.

DYING LOVE
by Shadowwolf445


the love that i hold does not to a single creature of its kind but to all of its kind.

the creatures that i love are beautiful, majestic, kind, caring, understanding, loving but are misunderstood by man.

each day part of my love dies because of man's fear of what they don't understand.

the love i hold is a dying one, slowly fading away untill my love disappears completely leaving an empty hole in my heart, never again too be filled by the creatures that once saved me from the darkness in my own heart