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Running Pair

He and she

Coats of white

They live to be

A matched set

Mates for life

Across frozen creeks

And fields of white

They fear no creature

Great or small

Side by side

They defeat them all

Love and devotion

Bonded together

in this life or the next

Always forever

Not just bodies

But hearts mated too

A pair of White Wolves

Me...........and you

Lone Wolf







by Robert "Wild Wolf" Leavitt



A silhouette up on the rock

the full moon hangs behind

The wolf song that is sung

in search for its own kind...



He once was called "Alpha Male"

the Lead Wolf of his pack

A position lost with age

due to the stamina he lacks...



He once stood strong and tall

this old aged canine king

Tonight he walks the dark alone

with no pack, no den, nothing...



For time is without mercy

pulling the strong to their knees

He lifts his voice once more

to send his song on the night breeze...





The countless stars across the sky

watch him from far above

He mournfully recalls his Life Mate

of his life, the missing love...





His mind drifts to the many hunts

and the sharing of the blood lust

When he could identify his Brothers

and he knew who he could trust...





Now he is a Renegade

and he scavenges alone

Through many nights of hunger

while chewing on an old bone...





Off in the distance he can hear

the "others" share the Howling

Around him he can hear others

the predators out prowling...

He knows his time is limited

as he lays his head upon his paws





There in that desert moonlight

his old heart finally does pause...

The pack does sense his passage

so they pause, the howl in check

Then fill the night with their wolf song

his pack shows their Respect.

In the darkness my cries go to the moon,



knowing they might find me sometime soon.



The strong scent of danger grows ever clear,



and footsteps tell me that my enemy is near.



For so long I've been hiding and running away,



now in exhaustion my memory begins to stray.



Remembering all of the things I loved so much,



and feeling the gentle hand of nature's touch.



Long before I became such a threat to man,



one day they started chasing me and away I ran.



Slowly moving in shadow thru the trees,



never again to be free to do as I please.



Each little noise would give me such a fright,



finding my only protection in the cover of night.



I saw a nice warm barn and a good night's sleep,



never suspecting they might miss on or two sheep.



I would gladly have paid for the meal if able,



unlike them with venison and quail on the table.



While always thinking of ways to make amends,



wondering if they were sorry for eating my friends.



Just one night of hunger led to a lifetime of fear,



losing everything in life that I held so dear.



Watching my friends frolic and play in the field,



brought tears to my eyes for my fate was sealed.



Now the secluded wilderness has become my home,



left with only loneliness and a desire to roam.



Now the only peace that I can find it seems,



is when I fall asleep and drift into dreams.



Then so warm and secure in the blanket of night,



just ahead lies a meadow all flooded with light.



The full moon has turned the night into day,



bringing an irresistible urge to romp and play.



To be rolling in grass so cool and so damp,



in the soft warm flow from nature's lamp.



Just to sleep on my back and see a shooting star,



and make my wish to be in places afar.



But knowing that I must go quickly instead,



because of the bounty they placed on my head.



There's a moonlit meadow with its cooling stream,



has the freedom of heaven now seen in my dream.



And sometime soon maybe even this fall,



I will stand in the grass so proud and tall.



Then I'll cross over the field moving so fast,



fully aware that each step could be my last.



Really tired of life in hiding and running away,



so with a contented smile I'll stop and stand there today.

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.