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:

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.

Anonymous said...

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

-Ganga

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

shyloh's poetry said...

Wonderful Alex. NICE JOB!!!