Sadly, wolves have suffered centuries of bad press and, in many parts of the world, have been hunted almost to extinction.
It’s heartening to learn that much has changed in recent years and Man’s perception of this beautiful creature has become much more positive.
Although I wrote this poem some time ago, I intend to include it in a new collection which I hope to have published in 2020.
Perhaps it's worth reflecting how much the fate of wolves mirrors that of feared or hated groups within the human species.
WOLF
Out of a world corrupted
and made vile,
beyond the stricken tree,
the murdered mile,
past poisoned streams and over tainted snows,
copper-eyed, the wolf goes:
beyond recall,
beyond arresting cry,
into an exile’s land where shadows lie.
His paw marks,
his very scent,
create his fleeting monument.
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