I AM WOLF. I am as old as the mountains I call home. I have walked this earth long before human beings. I have seen mountains grow from small hills, form from small ravines and rivers born of trickling streams. I have walked with the great ones of eons ago. I have seen the beginning of mankind.
I AM WOLF. I am predator. A hunter. I hunt for food. I do not collect trophies to be mounted on the walls of my den. I do not hunt for enjoyment but out of necessity, for survival. I hunt to feed my children so they can one day walk upon Mother Earth and become of the circle of life.
I AM WOLF. I have watched for many years my hunting grounds diminish - trees replaced by buildings, game replaced by humans. I have driven higher and higher into the mountains yet the humans still come and I'm driven even farther from the hunting grounds of my fathers' father and his father before him. Yet I survive. My children survive.
I AM WOLF. I am a loyal, devoted and loving parent. Our children are our future. Just as human children are the future of all human beings. I am protective of my children and I take my responsibility of their nuturing as seriously as any human parent. I provide food for my children and provide them with a safe home until they are ready to walk their own path.
I AM WOLF. I do not choose to hunt in the presence of humans, but I have been given no other choice. My land has been taken from me, and now so shall my life and the lives of my children and in doing so our future is doomed. We will go the way of the old ones. Only in memories of distant pasts shall we live again.
I AM WOLF. Wolves are beauty without vanity, innocence without naivete. We are one of the Creators' children and deserve to live our lives in peace. We were created for a purpose and it was not to be slaughtered.
I AM WOLF. Tonight I will lay and sleep beside my mate and our children. This may be the last night we will share together upon Mother Earth, for tomorrow many of our brothers and sisters will be slaughtered and perhaps ourselves as well. Our songs will be only a distant memory, fading into the past.
Perhaps it was the eyes of the wolf, measured, calm, knowing. Perhaps it was the intense sense of family. After all, wolves mate for life, are loyal partners, create hunting communities and demonstrate affectionate patience in pup rearing. Perhaps it was the rigid heirarchy of the packs. Each wolf had a place in the whole and yet retained his individual personality. Perhaps it was their great, romping, ridiculous sense of fun. Perhaps it was some celestial link with the winter night skies that prompted the wolf to lay his song on the icy air. For the native people who lived with the wolves, and the wolves once ranged from the Arctic to the sub-tropics, there was much to learn from them. Is it any wonder that the myths of many tribes characterise the wolves not as killers but as teachers?" ~ Unknown
Angelwolf -. Poem on Rescuers June 10, 2005 11:03 AM Pieces > > We pick up the pieces > day after day. > Of those left behind > of those thrown away. > > We try to make sense > of it all in our minds. > How people can be > so cruel and unkind. > > **He** is a year old > and **Her** age is nine. > We really can't keep them > we don't have the time. > > The call on the *Angels* > with wings on their backs. > To pick up the pieces > and take up their slack. > > We are left to explain > to Cheyenne and Mo. > Who did nothing wrong > but still had to go. > > Then there are the ones > who just can't be saved. > We'll hold them and love them > as their life slips away. > > By: Melissa Greene Thomas > In Honor of all the homeless, thrown away creatures. [ send green star] Burton W. wow goose bumps June 10, 2005 1:54 PM that was so cool thanks [ send green star]
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