AS dark night closes upon the day And the wolves of the forest stir Sniffing the air and snuffling each other They stretch their legs Nuzzle sister and brother. And as they move from tree to tree They scent their path On the ice pine sap Then turn to the pack With the faintest yap And leap ahead through the forest gaps. For a light beyond the pines is their guide The moon, where it hangs like a queenly orb Shines bright on a sparkling world almost blue A light irresistible, bold and true, Which calls all the spirits of the night. And the wolves halloo its naked light As the huntress moon reveals herself And lightens the darkness And grips the hearts Of those who seek their kill. Take pity on their prey tonight Be fearful for the timid For the moon has aroused their hunger; how Saliva has flowed in their gullets Their lolling tongues and killing fangs Will taste of blood and flesh and gore Before this moonlight night is o’er. For the call of the wild cannot be resisted No wolf would be sane if he desisted It’s nature’s way to clean up the forest To rid the place of the old and infirm Keep all the herds pristine and well Yes the wolf brings release When it howls their death knell. But be assured it’s all for the best That the presence of wolves rejuvenates all From the vegetation to the waterfall Having top predators can save the day And the year and the century from decay Ecosystems will be renewed And our earth could be saved by letting them kill. So when the wolf bays at the moon in the night Feel safe not fearful; she’s saving our plight.
Wolves are fascinating creatures. They are top predators in many parts of the world and there are children’s stories designed to make us fearful of them – eg – Little Rad Riding Hood. However, I wonder have you read about the reintroduction of wolves to Yellowstone Park. here. It is incredible the difference that is being made.
We cannot see the future; It’s not for us to view. It’s hidden in the mists of time Along a path that’s new. Though we can learn from past mistakes Our future is always obscured By an unknown gulf of wonder Whose outcome is never sure. But with hope and heart And willingness to strive For what is best Our prospects can be joyful Fulfilling; truly blessed.
Snow scene Paints times of nostalgia Quintessential village landscape Bedecked with a blanket of snow The coverall. Happy families skipping by the river path To the kismet bridge Beneath the star that was foretold. And beneath the snow Under that cloak of invisibility What lies there on a cold winter night of glad tidings; Do you know? Have you watched the homeless Beg in the shopping mall And the destitute turn to crime Or shoot their own stars So they too can dream of fluffy white* Marshmallow clouds in the arms Of evergreen Christmas trees? Yet it’s Christmas, a time of winter cheer Giving and goodwill; give it a thought.
I was attracted by this lovely snow scene in the barber’s window and in most of the small shops in town a different if similar Christmas snow scene. So lovely and happy and it did in fact raise my spirits to see it. However, as I sat down to write the poem twisted itself as I thought and saw that our preparations leave the poor and destitute even further behind. A time of goodwill and giving to others has been turned inward and made a gluttony of excess. In my local town the churches have thankfully set up night shelters for the 3 months of December January and February and Christmas Day itself promises to be special. I wonder what Christmas specials are happening in your towns?
A bitter, numbing night Of piercing winter frost, Gives way to densest fog At the first dawn light. And what was frozen Leaks into new life. Icy whiteness drips Onto iron-hard earth. Diamonds of crystal light Melt into essence, until The new dawn wakes the world. We should never despair.