A Cry That Tore My Heart
Up high on the mountainside a silhouette appears...
It stands out in base relief...an elegant blue etching.
Strikingly beautiful to behold..motionless..he is
there in the same spot where maiden moon
surrendered her virginity to the villain moon
for the very first time.
He stood poised balanced on his strong hind legs.
Grizzled snout pointed upwards to an unforgiving
sky, as he wailed an eerie sad lullaby.. it spilled forth
unchecked .. building towards an ear splitting cresendo
the likes of which I will never hear again.
His song, a tale of lost love and futile hopes, now crushed
forever ...laying among the bodies of the young. There too could
be heard were the beginnings of frustration.. that man, a fellow
creature ...feared and condemned him.. his little brother wolf..
beloved of god.. branded him vicious.,rabid, a thing to be
distroyed at first sight
Perhaps if he could talk, he could make them realize the
truth...wolves had feelings.. knew hurt and joy.. bonded
to a mate for life...that they were highly intelligent.. felt
pain....maybe he should tell them their story...
Just one short week ago his lady lived...she succored their
six little ones... just scarcely two weeks old...watched them
play one with another.. tumbling over each other till they
grew weary and their bright eyes closed in slumber. They
lay snuggled against their momma side.. safe, warm, content.
That was before the day of the hunter....she.. perfect momma
that she was ..was out hunting breakfast, when he spied her.
His aim was deadly.. one shot was all it took to send her
her spirit to the father in the sky... then, the happy hunter ran to
pick her body up, fling her over his shoulder and headed home
to brag and boast his easy kill...
Now.. Lobo stood among the limp little bodies spotted with
mothers blood....he alone could not sustain life, so one by one..
each little life winked out.. while their little bodies were still
warm... he stood there singing one last final lullabye.. to those
precious little ones.. progeny of his mighty loins. His song
devestatingly sad, poured forth, as the fluffly snowflakes
fell to cover the tiny limp bodies with a lacy blanket of the
softest white.. like a blessing from the sky
When his lullabye was over, he turned and walked away
slowly... Leaving behind him one more mute testimental
to the cruelity of man.. and life went on.
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