OVER THIS LAND
The wild and ancient land
Roaming free
Across the craggy rocks
And mountains high
Scanning
The landscape near and far
A land so quiet
Nothing making a noise
Except for the
Hawks
Eagles
Buzzards
Hovering on the wind
Silently
That their prey won’t hear them
Stalking
Shadowing
Lurking
Just above the sky line
Disguised
Veiled
Cloaked
Concealed
Never to reveal until the time is perfect
Then they strike at the prey
Nothing gets in their way
The lonesome wolf
Standing strong and proud
This is his land
Where his brothers and sisters
Roamed free
Hounded
Haunted
Frightened to the core
Is it any wonder that they moved to the mountains?
For safety
And security
Free from cruelty
The torture
The pain
The aimless slaughter
Of this wondrous beast
Maybe, just maybe
With time and help
They will roam free
As they did once
© Teresa Helen Joseph-Nelson
31st May 2012
All Rights Reserved
Taken from the wolves book of poems
© Living Under The Same Sky
© Teresa Helen Joseph-Nelson
