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ON BORROWED TIME
The days are growing longer, See the shadows on the hill? Lending light to hunt their prey, And rejoice over their recent kill.
While the sun grows dim, and slowly sinks in the sky. She rejoices for her merits, Knowing none of her pack has died.
Her mate frolics in the tall green grass, So pleased to see her relax at last.
The Alpha queen whose position dictates her life, Knows it is…
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WE'RE BORN BESIDE THIS RIVER
WE’RE BORN BESIDE THIS RIVER
THERE ONCE WAS A TIME WHEN THE WOLF DIDN’T NEED TO HIDE, HE BOLDLY RAN WITH A LARGER PACK, STEALTH WAS ON HIS SIDE.
WHEN WOLVES WERE BORN BESIDE THE RIVER AND THEY FILLED THE NIGHT WITH SONG!
AS ALPHA, HE WAS WORTHY OF THE CLANS’ RESPECT AND FAITH, THEY DID NOT QUESTION HIS AUTHORITY, THEY KNEW HE’D KEEP THEM SAFE
“THIS IS WHERE OUR FOREFATHERS LIVED THIS IS WHERE THE WOLF BELONGS!” “WE…
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MAN'S RULE
MAN’S RULE
Man’s Rule
Why do you hate me, what did I do wrong? I just need to know, answer this before I’m gone.
I want to live, just the same as you, Why can’t you understand? How can I get through?
Is it my fur of which you desire? Am I just another trophy for you to admire?
Or does it go much deeper, are you sick with selfish pride, Do you see yourself as knowledge, believing all of your own…
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HOW WRONG THEY ARE
HOW WRONG THEY ARE
I did not kill the cow!
I did not kill the calf!
My tastes are more profound, You almost make me laugh!
I did not destroy your herd, The thought is quite absurd; I would not even think of it, If my habitat lines weren’t blurred.
You claim game numbers are too low, But, you are the cause of them you know.
And ranchers spin their tales, While hunters lie right…
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THE ENCOUNTER
ENCOUNTER
Late one afternoon on a back road in Idaho, coming back from town;
A movement in the distance caught my eye, so I decided to slow down.
I could see the glow of yellow eyes;
Solemn and knowing, waiting, oh how those eyes shined!?
But, as my headlights held his steady gaze, I could not make out its kind.
The animal appeared to be as large as a St. Bernard!
And…
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LOOK INSIDE
LOOK INSIDE!
Take a real good look inside, And what do you see?
Because it all depends on your objectivity!
The criterion for viewing is to keep an open mind;
Leave all your preconceived notions well behind.
Can you peer into it’s depths, and know it’s sanctioned core?
Appearances of the outside, can they be ignored?
As with all things, human and animal alike,
They can be…
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THREE ON A HILL
THREE ON A HILL
I once encountered three wolves standing on a hill; Remembering back now, I can see them still.
They seemed to be intensively studying me; They followed me with their eyes as I prepared to leave.
They were looking for signs of my motion to advance; I did not feel alarmed, I just held my stance.
What must be racing through their hearts and minds; Remembering a day when…
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LOOK INSIDE!
LOOK INSIDE!
Take a real good look inside, And what do you see?
Because it all depends on your objectivity!
The criterion for viewing is to keep an open mind;
Leave all your preconceived notions well behind.
Can you peer into it’s depths, and know it’s sanctioned core?
Appearances of the outside, can they be ignored?
As with all things, human and animal alike,
They can be disguised by fear,…
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THE GIVING WOLF
It was the night. A time when nature turns down it’s volume, and peace lingers on cooled and windswept vistas.
It was a time when the wolf could take stock of his days endeavors, and of his family’s role played out in perfect unison.
The days hunt was successful and all the young pups lay sleeping in a soft and warm den made by their mother.
The alpha, a strong, resilient and admired leader…
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POEMS AND STORIES by Karen LaFountain
THE ENCOUNTER
THE ENCOUNTER!
There is something in the distance, I can see the glow of yellow eyes; Solemn and knowing, waiting,
Oh how his eyes did shine! As my headlights hold his steady gaze, I cannot yet make out its kind.
He begins to move slowly in a crouch low to the ground; Soon, it pounces effortlessly, remarkably without a sound.
He appears as large as a St. Bernard! And remains 10 feet…
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Welcome to WRITING WRONGS ONE WOLF AT A TIME.
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MENU The Journey Begins Thanks for joining me!
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton
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MENU The Journey Begins Thanks for joining me!
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton
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WE WERE BORN BESIDE THIS RIVER
THERE ONCE WAS A TIME WHEN THE WOLF DIDN’T NEED TO HIDE;
HE BOLDLY RAN WITH A LARGER PACK, STEALTH WAS ON HIS SIDE.
WHEN WOLVES WERE BORN BESIDE THE RIVER THEY FILLED THE NIGHT WITH SONG!;
AS ALPHA, HE WAS WORTHY OF THE CLANS’ RESPECT AND FAITH; THEY DID NOT QUESTION HIS AUTHORITY, THEY KNEW HE’D KEEP THEM SAFE!
“THIS IS WHERE OUR FOREFATHERS LIVED THIS IS WHERE THE WOLF BELONGS!” “WE WERE BORN…
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THE PERFECT POET
It isn’t that it has to be perfect, so I can receive some kind of glory.
Second guessing every word, to find its meaningful home!
I know I’ve always been this way, questioning the value of my worth;
Perhaps in my youth, I was humiliated when I failed to present good work.
Through some act or deed I had failed somehow, and my face went red with shame;
But, I learned that my feelings…
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WORDS, WISDOM, WILDLIFE By Karen LaFountain
BEHINED THE SCREENED PARTITION
From safely perched behind my face, partitioned by the screen;
How can I think myself “enlightened” when there was so much I failed to see!
Naive was I to try and save you with just an advocates’ dream.
In my fight to save our fragile connection, I underestimated the enemy.
Choosing to believe the clever lies, the screen would tell my heart.
I did…
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POEMS AND STORIES by Karen LaFountain
THE ENCOUNTER
THE ENCOUNTER!
There is something in the distance, I can see the glow of yellow eyes; Solemn and knowing, waiting,
Oh how his eyes did shine! As my headlights hold his steady gaze, I cannot yet make out its kind.
He begins to move slowly in a crouch low to the ground; Soon, it pounces effortlessly, remarkably without a sound.
He appears as large as a St. Bernard! And remains 10 feet…
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