The Wolf

by Austin   Nov 19, 2008


The wolf has run away today,
His paws have gone in all but snow.
Yet I trail with eyes so keen,
My glance has eyed the blood below.
I hear his quiet tambourine
and hope that we may reconvene.
The hunters body yelps in ail,
Disturbing woods that were serene.
Through the frost I walk his trail,
Afraid of what I may unveil.
His figure falls into my sight,
Collapsing as my lungs inhale.
His bloodstained body lays contrite,
As I hear his peaceful sigh.
This has become my sorrow plight,
in choosing that the wolf must die.

This poem differs from my usual style, it's much more sad. But remember, it's not about killing an animal, look deeper. It's about survival, sacrifice, and the circle of life. I felt that this needed to be written, I needed to broaden my topics as a writer. There IS more than one side of my personality, as there is with the majority of humans. Enjoy.

(C) Austin 2008.

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  • 15 years ago

    by im not the cause

    Wow it is sad but i understand poor wolf they are so pretty

  • 15 years ago

    by Xx Grieving from the inside outxX

    WELL I THOUGH IT WAS GREAT U WRITE WITH FEELING AND U DON''T CARE WHAT ANYONE THINKS. VERY GOOD I LOVED IT.

  • 15 years ago

    by Krista

    This was a very good poem. The meaning was unique, and it was a good read. I had trouble with the flow in a few spots, but I reread it and it made sense. It also felt like most of the poem rhymed, but some spots were not rhyming, and that kinda ruined that part for me. I can't rhyme at all, but I enjoy reading the poems that do.

    Good read, keep it up.
    Krista

  • 15 years ago

    by Krathia

    -hisses- I don't quite know what to think of this poem. There's something about the way the words were put together that triggers conflicting emotions in me...

    The first four line were the only ones that created a solid, concrete feeling for me. It was sad, forlorn. For me, these lines symbolized something that had been lost (the wolf that is out of sight), and something that jerks fear, dread and foreboding (the blood). I believe it's because we don't know WHOSE blood it is -- and at the beginning, my mind chose the wolf as a friend, and I feared for its life.

    "Through the frost I walk his trail,
    Afraid of what I may unveil."
    Again, the same fear, only heightened. And a pretty image -- frost, winter, forest.

    To me, everything else is a blur. Too conflicting, too fast to get a solid hold of. I'm not saying that its bad, merely that I don't know what to think -- or what to feel.

    Hope the could have helped.

  • 15 years ago

    by H E Losey

    A nice write.
    Your metre/rhythm went off in lines seven/nine(could add"as" to 9) and lines 14/16(could drop "in" from 16).
    Your rhyme scheme through me completely off as it was so inconsistent. It was even difficult to pot not knowing if you meant to rhyme or not.

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