Wolf
in the blue twilight,
Wolf
in the tenderness of dawn,
are you wondering,
sweet fur brother,
where all your wilderness
has gone?
Your forests are burning,
bombs rain down
from the sky.
We humans are too moonstruck
to ask the question:
why?
We raise goblets of red wine
to drown our sweeping sorrow;
tilt at windmills,
and carouse like
we won't die
on the morrow.
Wolf,
have you ever
seen such foolishness
as this?
Wolf,
stay safely far from us.
Seek the wilderness
you miss.
for Shay's Word List. This is where the wolf led me today. A cheerful ditty. LOL.
How did I know you would write about a wolf? How did I know! Ha!
ReplyDeleteLOL. I knew you would know. Smiles.
DeleteI am glad too that you got to write about wolves let's hope they will always overcome our carelessness- Jae
ReplyDeleteand carouse like
ReplyDeletewe won't die
on the morrow. - seriously, right!??? Love how you used rhyme in this poem, Sherry.
I love this Wolf poem. I think the wolf hears you, Sherry, certainly his Keeper, and ours.
ReplyDeleteA perfect write from you my friend.
ReplyDeleteWolf,
have you ever
seen such foolishness
as this?
ha - that is indeed the question as the wolf probably ponders the foolishness of humans.
I'm with Shay, I knew you would write about a wolf. Wolves must be sharpening their teeth every time they ponder the foolishness of men. I'm sure the wolves are doing everything in their power to stay away from men.
ReplyDeletethis was very beautiful ... like sitting around a campfire, out in the wilderness with the wolf, and lamenting all the many wrongs in today's world.
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