True to themselves
\nTrue to their soul
\nInstinctive behaviour
\nThey know their role
\nConjuring spirit
\nTheir Magical way
\nCogs on the wheel of life
\nBorn of the day<\/p>\n
The wilderness wild ones
\nFreely they roam
\nThey eerily howl
\nClearly their home
\nUnlike man unkind
\nThey are of the flow
\nThe sum and substance
\nWhich is why they grow<\/p>\n
Beyond their size
\nInto packs schooled they be
\nThey run with the wind at their backs
\nThey are free
\nEssential beings
\nWhose undying care
\nIs to follow their noses
\nAnd so be aware<\/p>\n
Mindful and genuine
\nIn all they do
\nWell-grounded and physical
\nAll their life through
\nThey are the life’s blood
\nAt the edge of the light
\nAssessing whats wrong
\nAnd assessing whats right<\/p>\n
Inseparable beings
\nEssential to all
\nFamilial patterning
\nThey are the call
\nOf fortuitous spirits
\nWhose state of mind
\nIs at critical mass
\nAs the stories unwind<\/p>\n
A complete connectness
\nBearing much fruit
\nA complete understanding
\nKinship at the root
\nA common interest
\nA position of power
\nWhen they follow the thread
\nHeading out on the hour<\/p>\n
They each have a bearing
\nOn what they should do
\nThey each know their place
\nScaled up and true
\nMutual dependence
\nIts all give and take
\nGeared up for battle
\nAnd always awake<\/p>\n
To every possibility
\nHostile and adverse
\nTo hunters with guns
\nFor nothing is worse
\nEvery nuance thats out there
\nDiscordant and wrong
\nIndicative really of the wolves song<\/p>\n
Persistent unfailing
\nTheir rhythm all feel
\nThe treadmill of yearning
\nIt is very real
\nFaithful each parable that does unfold
\nPresenting a picture
\nReally of old<\/p>\n
They are a divergence
\nA contrariety
\nUnique and peerless
\nAble to be
\nLost in the shadows
\nPrimordial they
\nHave great adaptation
\nSymbiotic they pay<\/p>\n
Attention to detail
\nFine-tuned on form
\nThey meet any challenge head on
\nAnd no storm
\nWill ever deter them
\nBlizzard or rain
\nThey run in deep snow
\nAgain and again<\/p>\n
They form their brigade
\nWell-matched and drawn
\nThey apex predators
\nTrue dukes of dawn
\nProdigious and ready
\nWith breathtaking speed
\nCan take out their quarry
\nAnd always succeed<\/p>\n
Unrivalled hunters
\nTop-knotch with style
\nThey will chase down a victim
\nWith unparalleled guile
\nThey look for the weakest
\nThats what they do
\nSo much cohesion
\nTheir union true<\/p>\n
They all harmonize in what they do
\nRun to a fixed order
\nTheir hierarchy true
\nDecorous well-bred
\nThey prioritize
\nEach has their position
\nAnd never surmise<\/p>\n
A force to be reckoned withb
\nThats what they are
\nAll-round performers
\nEach follows their star
\nMusketeers in their oneness
\nUndivided they be
\nRarely deserted
\nOr solitary<\/p>\n
From angels to devils
\nIn certain mens eyes
\nThe Meat trade
\nSees cattle and sheep
\nAs their prize
\nHook up with sadists
\nThe dark hunting tribe
\nAssassins of spirit
\nWho ambush and hide<\/p>\n
Who leave their vile traps
\nAs a consequence some
\nAre broken and torn
\nFor the skin they were born
\nTo wear it as fashion
\nThe backlash of scum
\nThe hags and the bags
\nFlagging up that their numb<\/p>\n
To the ways of the world
\nThe creators of pain
\nWorn out and exhausted
\nNeeding to gain
\nAnothers skin ending a life
\nFeeble and barren
\nAnd stricken with strife<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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