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~
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:
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.
Hi dear Shy
How's you? It's long time.
I'm so happy to be here...
-Ganga
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
Wonderful Alex. NICE JOB!!!
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