Wolves

Wolves are special, see through that maze
They Live in packs a family phase
Brave and boisterous belligerent too
A king and queen together do
Run and master the life all chose
Success ahead I do suppose
Wild and ready to fight and win
Despite the human fiction and spin
That takes their might and negates it all
Makes them appear as their nightly call
Echoes around the hunter who
Would shoot them first all clueless to
Their resonating and marvellous flight
Seen by some as wrong, but by me as right

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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