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| For the Sunday Muse |
I have traveled many moons
in search of signs of the wolf clan
they once occupied this land
guardians and path finders
from generation to generation
the wilderness our beautiful home
now there is barely room to roam
old territory narrows, food is scarce
survival depends on basic instincts
a voracious appetite for freedom
wandering through each new season
where have my once large pack gone
hot from the summer night, I pause
the days have grown much longer
thirsty for a drink of cooling water
the only kin I see, is my own reflection
a lone wolf, a free spirit, untamed
linking with The Sunday Muse
Thank you for visiting
peace and freedom to roam
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very sad at what is happening to the wildlife globally. Extinction of many species is occurring at an alarming rate
ReplyDeleteSad image of the poor wolf's reflection being his only kin.
those last lines seal the whole poem beautifully
ReplyDelete"he only kin I see, is my own reflection
a lone wolf, a free spirit, untamed"
Ah as sad as the dying human family of long ago. Changes happening every where!!!
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday
Much💛love
Echoing the comments above, the sadness is immediately present. I find myself thinking of the animals in the suburbs navigating culverts and park pockets as the houses converge.
ReplyDelete"the only kin I see is my own shadow" ---- what an incredibly gripping sorrowful statement!
ReplyDeleteThose shadow kin can be haunting... :-).
ReplyDeleteThis makes me think of Takaya - lone wolf, beloved - whose loneliness took him into town after seven years alone, and to his sad demise. Sigh.
ReplyDelete"thirsty for a drink of cooling water / the only kin I see, is my own reflection" - Yes, that gets to the heart of it.
ReplyDeleteIn another generation we may only have wolf-ghosts. What you channel here may be just that. Well done, friend. - Brendan
ReplyDeleteThats really sad because it is so true. Nicely written.
ReplyDeleteWhen we lose any creature we lose part of ourselves
ReplyDeletewe fools be, we 2-legged ~
ReplyDeleteWolves run in packs .... losing your connection, going it alone ~ how sad. Well penned!!!
ReplyDeleteWonderful True - very strong!
ReplyDeleteStay free and untamed. I often move in the feral path of self.
ReplyDeleteThose last lines tore at my heart.
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful to be a free and untamed spirit! Such a crime that the wolf's territory has been narrowed so drastically.
ReplyDeleteI think there are many people too who only see their own reflection. So sad...
ReplyDeletei was clearly called here :) and you are no lone wolf, especially now, there are many many howling in the dark nights, many more are gathering, we are all part of one another in spirit, much love kindred soul
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