The Black Alpha Wolf
A big, black wolf climes a hill in the fading light,
so he can sing and howl throughout the coming night.
The dwindling sunlight plays on his eyes and face,
as he stands there tall, a proud member of a noble race.
As the sun sets he lifts his head to sing,
and his voice causes the very air to ring.
His music rises up to where the evening stars shine bright,
silhouetted against the dark sky he makes for a beautiful sight.
Away in the forest, the wolf pack picks up their Alpha's song,
and they all begin to howl together - loud, clear, and long.
Then the black wolf hears an unfamiliar sound,
he stops, pricks his ears, and looks around.
Suddenly a gunshot sounds out in the night,
and down goes the Alpha-wolf before he can flee or fight.
Sprawled out on the hill, bleeding, the yellow fire dims in his eyes.
He shudders, and whimpers, and with a final breath he dies.
Then the human walks up the hill, his gun held high,
looking down at the dead wolf with a satisfied sigh.
He kneels down next to the fallen Alpha, his heart swelling with pride.
Wondering how much money he'll get for the wolf's fine black hide.
Then he takes the wolf away, an animal he holds but does not love,
not noticing the Alpha-wolf's spirit watching him from Above.
Now the night is quiet, and silent, and still,
and no more wolf-cries sound from the hill.
Then the dead wolf's pack creeps from the trees,
their thick fur rippling in the cool night breeze.
The run to the place where their Alpha was slain,
but all they find there is a big red bloodstain.
Then the Alpha-wolf's mate, her belly full of pups, begins a new song,
a lament for their noble leader and of his death that was so wrong.
All the wolves howl, then at last they go away,
sad that their leader will not see the next day.
The Beta-wolf becomes Alpha and he quickly moves the pack.
In case the wolf hunter wants more and decides to come back.
Yet soon they are happy again, for six wolf pups are born,
and the dead Alpha-wolf's mate ceases to mourn.
Two wolf pups are brown, and three are gray,
soon all are playing about in the warm spring day.
But the sixth pup, who is jet back, is at the center of their play,
growling and bossing them around in a very Alpha-like way.
He has the same noble look his father had once worn,
and the wolf pack realizes that a future leader has been born.
Now, years later, a new black alpha stands atop the hill and cries,
while his father watches proudly from the Heavenly skies.
The young wolf leader howls long then boldly says;
"No matter what happens, there will be wolves here - always!"
- Copyright by Sloane J. 2007
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