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Revival
Tundra, forest, valley and mountain you roam,
Willfull; born to restlessness, artfully you wage fear of capture
To ones weaker.
Brought down and almost extinct, you revived, returned
Living again, marking territory;
Giving birth to willfull generations.
Your prey: natural selection,
Your ememy: still man who does not understand
Your wanton call of the wild.
Ardent need to be free forever in your blood
The wind calls and response is a howl.
Sadness, lonliness;
Despair carried o’re the hills to
Another like kind
Who sends her cry loud and distinct.
Forward, you run
To She Who Needs
Litter born, young tended, testing, biting, playing;
No wallflowers here.
In this is your immortality
Predator, lover, parent and guardian,
Tending your wards, your mates with your life
The land will support and nourish you all
For it is, that your species was meant to be
A balance returned;
The wolf again free.
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Spring comes, the grass grows by itself.
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