Wolfsong

The song of the wolf is heard through the night,  
Calling and singing to her Brothers and Sisters.  
Her voice, it is clear as she sounds her cries,  
Joyous or angry she is clearly heard.

Patrolling the borders,  
Protecting those within,  
She is gentle and loving  
Or vicious and grim.

Protecting her loved ones is her main aim.  
Sacrificing if needed to see them all gain.  
Love is her strength and her weakness  
Her heart, wild not tame.

Beware those who threaten,  
She defends in an instant.  
For those who are kind  
She is friendly and caring

Dawnwind k’Shaya  
December 7, 2001

 

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