The Code of The Wolf
The night belongs to the Wolf.
Low he cometh
The trees rise to straighten their limbs
The Wind swiftly cleanses the meadows of debris
Small animals untie, they combine fruits
A gift for the Wolf
A show of gratitude
The larger beasts take cover
Hiding in boroughs, caverns and hollows
Keeping fearful eyes of the Wolf
Accepting the Wolf’s command
Though reluctantly
Each beast knowing Wolves stand together
Hunting as a group
A real beast hunts for himself
He does not care for the others
If only a Wolf were found walking alone
A beast, any beast could bring him down
The time will come, the time will come
The Hummingbirds sound their trumpet vines
The Wolf is near.
The circle of the pack draws in closer
Always surrounding the forest
Unseen but near
Following the order of the pack
It is how it is
It is how it has always been
It is how it always shall be
A beast can be heard growling quietly
Unable to contain his hatred
Mindlessly, he sharpens a claw across a flint
As he dreams of piercing the pelt of the Wolf
How foolish the forest is
The weak banning together, it is not natural!….grumbles another beast
Only the strong shall survive!
It is how it is
It is how it has always been
It is how it always shall be
The forest and everything within should bow to the great beast
The one who proves to be the strongest, the purest, the one who is most deserving!
The one who can stand alone, against any beast
The one who cares not a whit for anyone or anything except the Self
Foolish are the ways of the Wolf
As if on cue, the moon beams with pride
The sun, lowers her light
She shines in and out of clouds.
Carefully creating shadows and silhouettes.
Everything placed with precision.
A flawless sunset bursting with colors yet to be named
Excitedly both the Moon and the Sun look for the pack
Both finding at the exact time.
Suddenly the pack is in full view as the Moon and Sun shine spotlights
Working together as a team, creating a light show beyond beauty
And so the night goes
The forest chattering with the Wolf
Honored with the approval bestowed upon their small gifts, for they had pleased the pack
One by one, a beast made an appearance
Not out of desire, but out of fear
Knowing they must honor the pack, lest be ousted from the forest
Never to return
It is how it is
It is how it has always been
It is how it always shall be
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