a story about the wolves

Unlike the Dinosaurs
the wolf is still here
there are threats for the wilderness
thats abundantly clear
there are shadows that come
when the moon lights our way
in those sweet twilight hours
their presence allay
fears of a nightmarish spirit
that stalks
the forests of flow
where the great black wolf walks
fear at the outset
has followed this soul
it has entered the story books
and possibly stole
the logic from what was
a genuine thought
that the wolf knew a lot
and couldn’t be bought

instinct and knowledge
local and past
were referred to
by wolves
which could be, recalled fast
nothing forgotten
experience was
never manipulated
just because

they had such reasoning
inside their head
they were born where they lived
where they laid down their head
mattered to them
when all is said
and done
the environment they were immersed in
was won

by hardness and logic
and remarkable power
as the apex predators
why would they cower
from anyone
the mantra
really was theirs
even the Puma and Grizzly Bears
respected the pack
and what it could do
for the black wolf
of all of the wolves
did it too

he stole through the darkness
when the mists come to call
few ever saw him
but as a rule
he comes and he watches
and listens to those
who plot now against wolves
and really who pose

a significant problem
these new ranching men
building their fences
and wondering when
they can split up the wilderness
and make its theirs
and shoot any wolf who comes by and dares

the black wolf is there
he always is there
nobody sees him
but his prints he does share
people know of a lone wolf
thats all they know
all the traps no one sees him
for he’s in the flow
as sky swallows the dawn
he’s gone to his place
where he was once born
in his own secret base