There is a bond of blood holding on to them
That forms this group just from the stem.
The parents usually are the center
No “in between” and no chance to enter.
The kids are completing the group around
Together with partners they have found.
Teenagers leave after a while
Form their own group. just this style.
They play, they sleep, they hunt and kill
Everyone adds his own skill.
They protect their kin, as it should be
Living in any family!
No matter how fun this might all sound
Wherever they are and can be found.
To their blood bond you are a stranger
And on their ground to you they’re danger!
They’ve been on this Earth are spirit guides
Revered, respected on many sides.
Nature agrees with them and goes hand in hand
Through sunlight and through shadow land.
Anchestor’s know he was here before
Then he was killed for fun, fur and more.
Now he returns, no need to reap
We need to watch and need to keep.
A bond he forms to our spirit soul
Helps us and nature become whole.
He’s not evil, he’s not bad!
No reason to shoot or just go mad.
Protect his wisdom, protect his kind
Don’t close your eyes and just go blind.
Don’t slaughter, keep from killing, don’t engulf
Our spirit, the wilderness’ Great Grey Wolf!
(Copyright Aurora Jean Alexander, August 2016)