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The Trail of the WolfSee this trail in the snow? It is my trail, the trail of a wolf. Picture me now: Loping across a frozen lake, running through the trees, and howling deep in the night! I am always on the move, my paws giving birth to new trails. Chasing after my fleet-footed prey, or fleeing from those of you who seek to spill my vergin blood over the clean, pure snow. Often you can only see my trail, marking my passage over this world. My world. The First Creation. The world you have turned away from, only to enter when you want to kill, destroy, or take from it. Once you called me a brother, a teacher, and a friend. Now you call me a killer of all things good and innocent. You hunt me, and trap me, and smile at the sight of my lifeless pelts hanging up in your cabin. But look and see, for there is my trail! I am still out there, loping across frozen lakes, running through the trees, and howling deep in the night. Let my trail remind you that I'm still here, dispit your attemps to kill my and my kind. See my trail and remember that you and I once lived togethet in peace, before you chose to leave the First Creation, and make your own new world, which we call the Second Creation. My endless trails prove that we wolves will always be here, in the last of the wild places. Waiting for you to come back, and become apart of the First Creation once again. - Copyright by Sloane J. 2007 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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