Wildwood Wolves
Breathed Kentish air
These Roman named ones
They could share
A wild wild spirit
Clothed in soul
Wondrously in some control
Of living together a family who
Broke through the maze
A life so true
life
Learning their traits
Feeding their lust
For life and strife
As families must
Beautiful beasts
Who apparently
Won respect from a family
The epitome of wildness they
Worked the auricle every day
Parents an three cubs who grew
Up a family good and true
Tragically though in their wildest
Ways
They fashioned a cause
Where violence plays
Out alas and regrettably
Have been put down
Their souls set free
Wildness awakes
Wonderfully breaks
Boldly builds
Blatantly shields
Familial struggles
And honestly
have been put down
Conscientiously
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.