Wolf Eyes

Ever so piercing
Looking for prey,
Trudging through snow
On a cold winter day.
What belies behind
Those mystical eyes
When he comes upon
The prey he spies?

Basic instinct
Survival is a must,
He licks his lips
His prey he lusts.
With swift cunning
He lunges and leaps,
His prey has befallen
Beneath his feet.

This is the wild
In this beautiful creature,
Teaches to his young
He becomes the teacher.
To many, a pet
He has become,
But dangerous still he
To most anyone.

Behind those eyes
Lies many a tale,
The mystery behind them
Is without fail.
So sleek and beautiful
A creature as he,
Yet gentle and aloof
As he can be.

Understand the wolf
He's just trying to survive,
Let's respect the beauty
By keeping him alive.
They'll be extinct
If we don't understand,
The mystery of the eyes
Can be gentle to man.

The eyes of the wolf
Has tales to tell,
The legends and lore
He knows so well.
From survival and feasting
On the vast plain,
From blinding blizzards
And torrential rain.

They have seen it all
As the Indians have,
Almost extinct
As the buffalo calf.
Beautiful creatures
Who stand with pride,
Few do live
And most have died.

His last request
Is a howl at the moon,
Telling his brothers
We'll be extinct real soon.
If you look into his eyes
You will see a tear,
His howl he bellows
Is all you'll hear.

If mankind would stop
And try to save,
The wolf would flourish
Again one day.
Let's save these beautiful
Mystical eyes,
To tell more tales
That are so wise.

The eyes of the wolf
Has tales to tell,
His howl at the moon
We know so well.

by Robert Mosteller