Luna, our Mother,
We raise our voices to her;
The Full Moon smiles.
Running beneath her,
Not once do we go awry
With her guiding help.
Luminous delight
Never fails to bring sweet change
From twilight to Night.
Her glee at making
Us, eternal servants, hunt;
She sees everything.
But we cannot stop
Time from passing, its just life.
Light is hesitant--
But only at first.
Before we know it, the sun
Has taken back rule.
His rule of the sky,
Just as Lunas, is never
Lasting, a promise.
A commitment to
All to return, as Night falls;
Eager, we await it.
Their enchanting voices
Cry to the crystal moon
As light of silver
Descends with grace
The pale river sparkles
Suddenly alive
It shivers uncontrollably
Chilled by their cries
Time is frozen
The moment slowly fades
The wolves prowl restlessly
Calling to each other
A song of wonder
Fills the air
None have heard it before
Though it is as ancient as the moon
The Howl The Night
Did Not Oppose
By Justin Borer
In the forest on this cold, misty, moonlit night.
Nature is calm and quiet with not a soul in sight.
The silence continues, nothing trying to fight.
Then moonlight shines through the trees.
The light continues to flow like a calm breeze.
Casting shadows upon the lonly leaves.
A branch snaps breaking the somber silence.
Something in the darkness moves showing its defiance.
The forest shifts reluctantly to this act of violence.
Through the shadow the moon helps soothe.
This figure has nothing to prove.
Steathy and strong it continued to move.
The figure emerged from the darkness
Running through the snow,
picking up speed.
Leaving trails of prints behind,
as the wolves take the lead.
Nothing but a blur, as they pass.
White as the snow.
Panting as they run,
Showing no signs of slow.
The wolves move swiftly around,
Dodging every tree, every rock.
But so silently as they do it,
There is nothing here to mock.
They climb a hill, to the very edge.
In the distance hoots a snow owl.
The wolves gather round,
and great the moon with a howl.
"AROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO..."
The howl goes up,
My blood goes cold,
I will run with the wolves,
Before I'm too old.
I watch the pack streak down the hill,
Grab my coat and out the door,
I run to meet them,
Mind full of old wolf lore.
A bark and a nod,
A space in the pack,
I join their hunt,
Without looking back.
We frighten a deer,
And begin to chase,
Catch it and feast,
Raw meat and blood on my face.
When it is over,
I return to my home,
A head full of memories,
To take to my tomb.
And for just one night,
I knew true freedom,
Running with the wolves,
In nature's kingdom.
Assignments like this are fun in an adventurous sort of way. Barry (my editor and owner of the company) leaned over the partition separating my work space from the kitchenette in our tiny Queenscliff office space, and handed me a printed out e-mail. 'You remember that Filtiarn project thingo from a few years back? Some bird recons she knows something. Go check it out.'
Just like that. 'Go check it out'. So I went home, packed my camera bag and some clothes, and got the bus to Sydney airport. The flight from Sydney to Adelaide and the taxi ride from the airport to the hotel were uneventful. I stayed the night in Adelaide so I could hav
The Wolves Around Us
I am Sunwolf; I will light your way as you walk down your path.
I am Cloudwolf; I will bring you shade when you become weary.
I am Rainwolf; I will carry the water for all the thirsty people.
I am Windwolf; I love to play with you as I run across the lands.
I am Riverwolf; Can you see me as I swim with the fishes and otters?
I am Forestwolf; I will run ahead to make sure the way is safe for you.
I am Lightningwolf; Admire my grace as I run to the sky and back.
I am Thunderwolf; Don't be afraid as you hear my mighty roar.
I am Mountainwolf; Be careful as you move through the rocky terrain.
I am Desertwolf; Keep m
Daddy wont be home today
he was taken as if he were prey
the metal bird came, decided his fate
he tried to run but he was too late
Your sister wont return anymore
she too was taken off shore
you watch out my litle brother
soon all we'll have left is eachother
Neither mommy will come back
the tall tailess found her track
she tried to fight but they somehow shot
a piece of metal burning hot
brother I warn you, I must go too
but please dont let them get you
you are all thats left to defend our pack
but now hurry the hunters will be back
now the little cub was left alone
his family taken by the men who flew in stone
He wished th