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Jeffrey Woods

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Can You Remember When We Were Canine Relatives

Can you remember tall
standing sleepy trees that
bathed their extending shadows
within the moons silver aura?
We were both of the Wolf,
hunting in clans of blood relatives.

We were all of the connecting nature spirits
echoing as one united voice our ancient prayers
and natural ways to long dead Wolf brothers.
We sat and listened to our inner gut feelings,
instinctively knowing that soon our very lives
would be violently taken away from us,
by two-legged ignorant human hunters
in search of blood money and trophy collections.

But we ran with the wind
our inner knowing howling out our powerful spirit song
of freedom to the unending wilds.
We would stand in total defiance at
guns of mass slaughter and men whose hatred for us
was colder than the severest winter.
No the warm summer sun has never shone within
their human black hearts any love or compassion
for their Wolf brothers and sisters
who have walked and hunted in these
hills and wooded mountains
since the very birth of time.

The collective Wolf nations must continue
to howl our songs to the graceful surrendering winter moon,
thus showing our hunger to our beloved wilderness.
Once more we must move, brother with brother,
sister with sister, together and forever
joined by the red running blood of the howling.

 

[This poem is dedicated to the beauty of Wolves and to their constant struggle for their birthright, to live in peace with the land and the creator.]

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