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The Father of Wolves

                                                                         by Kayotae Blackwolf


A pup went to his father with
questions in his mind,
about the world around him;
about life, nature and time.

First he asked about the
world, about how he came to be,
about how he knew right from
wrong and about the mystery
of the sea.

The father smiled and answered
his son in a riddled rhyme,
"Your life will go onward from
now and you shall know in time.

"But over the course of time
remember that you have in your paw,
the power to give life by mercy and
the power to kill by the claw.

"But always know you are no king,
for nature has given this power to others,
Though they shall not harm those who live a good life,
for all of nature is your sisters and brothers."

The pup nodded to his father
then asked him some other words,
About the bountiful river and
the mighty caribou herds.

The father smiled and answered his son again,
looking into the young pups eyes,
answering with the same soft spoken words,
in the same riddled rhyme.

"The water we drink and food we eat
is granted to us for life,
but each must only take as much as they need,
for that is only right.

"But each is destined to grow old,
and to soon after have all health gone,
So then they might fall prey to nature
so that others may live on."

The pup again nodded once
turning to his father to ask him of his life,
How he had come to know all he did
about his pain, suffering and strife.

"My son" he whispered to the pup
still gazing in his eyes,
"I know of what I speak my son,
through using my own mind.

I'll tell you of what I've seen my son
and of what the shamans preach,
Live your life well but harm no other,
for the purpose of life is to teach."

To this the pup just nodded,
making this knowledge his own,
he then sweetly nuzzled his father,
as the enlightenment in his eyes shown.

Then the father spoke unto his son
about the strangest of nature's clan,
Of the ones who've learned so very little,
he warned his son of man.

"Be fearful son of a race called man
for they know not what they do,
They have been gifted abilities far beyond our own,
yet utilize so few.

They act not for their brothers and sisters,
but for the betterment of one,
They've violated many of natures laws
but know not what they've done.

Man has abandoned the powerful mind he has
which first allowed him to thrive,
But he will reap what he has sewn
once he can no longer survive."

With that the father nuzzled his son
and bid him on his way,
knowing his son would lead a wealthy life
and pass his knowledge on one day.



The world would be a better place
if it didn't house the human race.
Man destroys all forms of life,
forever causing war and strife.
We hunt the fox and kill the whale,
shoot the birds and crush the snail.
Destroy the links of natures chain,
retribution is hunger and pain.
The Leopard dies to make a coat.
Gloves and shoes from baby goats.
Young seals battered for their skin.
Populations are growing thin.
Mink bred just for women to wear.
Does anyone know? Does anyone care?
Vanity, murder, pollution and war,
it can't go on for evermore.
The world would be a better place
if it didn't house the human race.
As man  destroys all forms of life
Degeneration's running rife.
No flowers, no trees, no birds, no bees,
if they aren't alive then man WON'T survive.



I Am The Wolf

I am the wolf, a loner at heart.

You are the human, and will rarely if ever see me.

I roam the wilderness forests and

mountains of this earth that we share.

I mate for survival, as you do

and I help my mate raise our pups in the warmth of our den,

nurturing and watching them grow and play,

as you do with your human young.


We run as a pack family,

and our members are as close as those in yours.

When a member is lost, we grieve, but go on,

just as you do.

When I am hungry, I must hunt for myself and my family,

for that is all I know.


There are no stores to cater to my every need.

Some of you have said that I am a killer,

a cold-blooded hunter of death,

but when I kill, it is to feed my family,

and I only take the old, sick, and weak,

who will die regardless.

I don't kill to hang heads for trophies on my walls,

as you do.


Now I am the hunted, by you.

You are afraid of me, because you don't understand me.

You think I am taking from your herds of plenty,

which you advertise to

big game hunters for their tourist dollars.

Yes, you are afraid of me, but I can't hurt you.

You are the one with the power to destroy my kind.

You set your traps to torture me,

and send your helicopters to kill me from the air.


I cannot fight you, for that is not my way

That is yours.

I only want my freedom

to run, live, and sing to the moon.

I will share this earth with you in peace

as long as you let me.

I am the Wolf

~ Author Unknown ~