Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Hunted


Hunted

How brave the wolf is
to walk in this human realm
to be hunted by man
to die; but it is not
an endless death

They howl at the moon
but they run together
shadows follow with
glaring eyes

In my sleep
wild Spirits creep
dreamhunters have a quest
to catch, what fate will it bring
but to journey the path
once again

~© 2008 by shyloh~


4 Comments:

At 2:24 PM, Blogger Alex said...

But sometimes, we wolves get to watch over those that are in endless flight. Of course, we get shot down once in a awhile but that’s par for the course.

 
At 1:37 AM, Anonymous Jarvarm said...

Hi dear Shy
How's you? It's long time.
I'm so happy to be here...

-Ganga

 
At 1:08 PM, Blogger Alex said...

Hunted

How brave the Canadian Wolf is
to walk in this human realm
to be hunted by woman
to die; but it is not
an endless death

Maybe howl at the moon
And run together again
A following shadow
Staring into glaring eyes

In my sleep, A butterfly
Her wild spirit flows and flits
Perhaps we dream hunters have a quest
To have, to hold, to flit

What fate will it bring
To fly and flit to journey’s end
Maybe, just maybe,
Once again

Alex 2008

 
At 1:57 PM, Blogger shyloh said...

Wonderful Alex. NICE JOB!!!

 

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