“As I walk the land
My wolf beside me
My protector, my friend
Our thoughts and feelings go hand in hand
He too knows how we feel
As we look at the damaged forests
Praying it isn’t real
How can he enjoy the hunt
If there is nowhere for him to run
No prey left, only pavement under the moonlight or sun
How can there still be mysteries
If we’ve cleared as far as the eye can see
How can the untamed survive
How can we keep our wild alive
Soon we’ll care not if there is a moon In the sky
It’s hard to howl at the moon
If you cannot stop the cry…”
Poem by me…
Sasysquatchgirl 