The Arctic Wolf

Being wild is respect

for the wild tundra

the scope the vastness of the wilderness

the attention to great detail

the admiration earned

the reverential spirit

all of that is learned

the virtuousness

the moral strength

the base integrity

the Arctic Wolf

has all this power

and still it remains free

the severity of the climate

the harshness of it all

the relentless day to day stuff

ands the negatives that befall

the widespread persecution

in the annals of all time

the fiction writers said it

as did the men of rhyme

a rock of orange sandstone

a wind hewn cave was where

the family lived  for many life times

with all the true despair

they had no fear of people

the hunters came and went

they clearly bagged some wild souls

but never made a dent

its a savage land  and  the wild places

show less humility

the winds tear over yonder

its no place to be

brutality is everywhere

the nerves are tested by

the agony of nature

when scavenging is high

the carrion is out there

maybe some caribou

stumbled on a mountain ledge

a flew into the blue

was ravaged by the raptors

melted by the worms

and picked off by all and sundry

all now coming to terms

with starvation and the ravages

of wildness which are there

tormenting every alpha male

who really has to share

all his huge experience

across a darkling sky

where ice floes sweep and plunder

or a fjord that just sails by

cotton grass grows everywhere

as spring perks up and tries

and ritual happens everywhere

right before our eyes