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Silent Paws

Silent paws trotting

on a well beaten trail,

alone in the wilderness,

so young and so frail.

Little yips go unanswered,

the moon is now his guide,

looking for ones just like him,

or have all of them just died?

He sniffs the dampened ground

and senses man everywhere,

the silence is deafening

no howls in the air.

Oh why did he venture

so far from his den,

while his pack fell silent

at the hands of men?

His stomach is growling

but the hunger he’ll endure,

his pack family is out there

it’s their blood he smells for sure.

He stops in his tracks

and raises his head up high,

the terror overwhelms him

as he lets out another cry.

But still there’s no answer

he can’t understand why,

he’ll follow their trail

or he surely will die.

For days now he’s traveled

his spirit and body gone weak,

he lies down in white clover

no more energy left to speak.

Soon the soul hovers

over this tiny, frail pup,

whose future now will be guarded

as his soul travels up.

What right does man have

to take life from a living thing,

that has no way to voice its defense

against a human being?

The wolf is a symbol,

a brother, a friend.

it’s time now for action

before his existence comes to an end.

"Jerri K. McCann "