From the Heart of the Wolf
A wolf's point of view:
I am a Wolf.
I am as old as the mountains I call home.
I have seen mountains grow from small hills,
Valleys form from small ravines
And rivers born of trickling streams.
I have walked with the great ones of eons ago,
The Great Mammoth, Saber Tooth Tigers,
And many others who have long been lost. . .
I have seen the beginning of mankind.
I am Wolf.
I am a predator.
A hunter.
I hunt for food.
I do not collect trophies to be mounted on the walls of my den.
I do not hunt for enjoyment but out of necessity. . .
For Survival.
I hunt to feed my children. . .
So they can one day walk upon Mother Earth
And become part of the Circle of Life.
I am Wolf.
I have watched for many years my hunting grounds diminish. . .
Trees replaced by buildings. . .
Game replaced by humans.
I have been driven higher and higher into the mountains. . .
Yet, the humans still come. . .
And I'm driven even farther from the hunting grounds of my father's father
And his father's before him.
Yet, I survive.
My children survive.
I am Wolf.
I am a loyal, devoted, and loving parent.
Our children are our future. . .
Just as human children are the future of all human beings.
I am protective of my children
And take responsibility of their nurturing as seriously as any human parent.
I provide food for my children and provide them with a safe home
Until they are ready to walk their own path.
I am Wolf.
I do not choose to hunt in the presence of humans
But I have been given no other choice.
My land has been taken from me
And, now so shall my life. . .
And the lives of my children and in doing so. . .
Our future is doomed. . .
We will go the way of the old one. . .
Only in memories of distant pasts shall we live again. . .
I am Wolf.
Wolves are beauty without vanity. . .
Innocence without naivety. . .
We are one of the Creator's children. . .
And deserve to live our lives in peace. . .
We were created for a purpose. . .
And it was not to be hunted down and slaughtered.
I am Wolf.
Tonight, I will lay and sleep beside my mate and our children. . .
This may be the last night we will share together upon Mother Earth. .
For tomorrow, many of our brothers and sisters will be slaughtered
And perhaps ourselves as well. . .
Our songs will be only a distant memory. . .
Fading into the past.
I am Wolf.
~author Weeping Tree
