"Troubles"

"Troubles"

The snow is out and deep,

it looks like layers of wool sheep. 

A puppy peaks his head out,

he sniffs the air ready to scout.

The little brother follows his footprints

that appeared in the snow like small hints.

They carefully step on the white flakes,

raising high their paws not to make mistakes.

They get confident and bold,

merely caring about the cold.

They run and jump and play,

not seeing the storm coming their way.

Rolling on the snow is so much fun,

howling, as grown ups would have done.

Grabbing the branches, shaking the trees, 

blowing snow until they sneeze.

They do not know how far they went,

but their parents can no more smell their scent.

Close to the river that now is ice,

they completely forget the old wolf advice.

They see a fish swimming under the glass,

is it a salmon, is it a bass?

They run above him, playing at catch.

The ice is thin and starts to detach.

The fine layer is breaking up,

and none is there to rescue the pups,

and what is this, why is it so dark?

The clouds have covered the entire park.

Howling, crying, the pups are in trouble,

and the ice has started to wobble.

“Run, run to the levee!”

“I can’t, my body is way to heavy!”

One pup is all right, standing on the edge,

while the other is howling his pledge:

“I will be good, I’ll never run again,

always close to mom I will remain!”

Three steps and a jump, he felt to fly,

someone was lifting him up to the sky!

Lady wolf took him to a safe place,

and stared at them with a furious face.

“Never, never go far,

tell us always where you are.

The snow is fun, but the danger is always around,

it is a miracle that you did not drown.”

The tail between their legs, the ears down,

apologizing to Alpha still with a frown.

Alpha looked mad but inside she smiled,

she once was too a puppy in the wild.

"The Promise"

Close to you, always by your side,

I promise I will be your bride. 

We will hunt and care for each other.

We will always look for one another.

Stay with me, we will be in command.

Stay with me in this cold lonely land.

I will never be afraid of you,

I will never be afraid with you.

I will jump on you to embrace,

I will bite you with grace.

I will play with you in the snow,

rolling you down like a foe.

The pack we will steer,

through the forest against deer,

we will lead them on mountains’ top,

and nobody will ever give us a stop.

Even the grizzly will be aware

nothing can chase us as a pair.

And when the pray is on our site,

we will never stand back from a fight.

This land is ours,

that’s what we prove with our powers.

The trees know it, the grass knows it,

the singing of the owl shows it.

And when the moon is up in the sky,

this promise we’ll renew, you and I.

“Silver Fish”

The sun is up, it’s time to raise,

let’s wake up the pack and start the chase.

But where to go? what to do?

The noses are up for a better view.

Down the hill, close to the river,

there is the water that makes you shiver.

“Silver fishes are swimming to the sea,

to catch one we just need to knee”.

The moms start the hollo,

encouraging the pups to follow.

Tiny and curious they come out of the den,

excited and furious they run like Cheyenne.

Lady wolf leads the way,

howling the other to catch the pray.

The tail is high, the ears are tense,

and the hope is all in her sixth sense.

“Some is swimming, some is going around,

but how is it possible they don’t make any sound?”

And while the poppies wonder with their tail,

the grown ups make sure not to fail.

Yes, it is there, the silver fish,

it is all they wanted in their nightly wish.

A splashing noise, a scratch with the nail,

and the fishes end up into the alpha male.

After the feast no worries no more,

the wolfs fall asleep on the shore.

Only the pups are still up and play,

reliving what it was this adventurous day.

It is funny how so many poems can be written about wolfs. Just looking around, I read terrifying stories about this animal, such a beautiful hearth-warming creature. Do we really have proof that a wolf ate a child? Why do we have to  teach children that wolfs are dangerous? they aren't, or at least they are not more dangerous than any other animal that can bite when feels in danger. Because that's what it does. It feels in danger, sometimes it runs, sometimes it stays. Wolfs are not cowards. Lets learn from them. Lets teach our children that they aren't dangerous if we respect them.

“The Boy”

Long ago, a little poppy was born in a barn. 
She did not have a name, she did not have a mum.
She liked to play, but never barked.
She loved to roam, but not in the dark.

Her pows were short and her eyes were wide,
her hair was black and really bright.

One day for fun,
she left for a run.
She did not know how to come back,
and found herself within a wolf pack.

Things got serious, she grew up,
and she became the head of the pack.

As the stars gathered through the night,
she heard a sound that made her fright.
A child was crying cause he was alone,
she went there flying like he was her own.

She knew the forest was not for a child,
too many risks, to much wild.

She told the others to stay away,
the others frowned and stayed that way.
The child was happy to be with her,
he crawled up warmly within her fur.

But she knew she wasn’t his mother,
and he needed one like any other.

She put him on her back,
and started going down the track.
They saw a village with many people,
they reached the top of a steeple.

From up above he saw his farm,
and with a smile he waived his arm.

They run and run down to the route,
He called his mom with a shout.
The wolf barked too, cause she was glad,
while the boy looked at her a little sad.

“Oh no boy, you do not cry,
stay here, and always smile.
Now you are home,
among your own.
While the forest is mine,
and the wolfs my shine.”

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“The Snow”

The wolf is walking down the trail,
when she sees something white on her tail.
A snowflake has fallen down the sky,
and many others will follow by. 

“Where is the sun, 
where is the fun?
Why is it winter” the wolf asked,
while her pows walked very fast.

She does not like the winter much,
she prefers the spring with flowers and such.
The wind is blowing, and  seems to say
“I am bringing more breeze, better be out of my way”.

She runs and runs, until she finds a shed.
She thinks that could make a nice bed.
She does not know someone was already there,
and she does not know how to share.

A man arrives, with a sack and a hat,
he also has a nice white mat.
He opens a tent, he lights a fire,
he does not know the wolf admires.

The night arrives, and the clouds have tears.
The wolf is cold, and feels some fears.
He moves close to the fire to warm up,
but the man is scared and fires up.

“No, don’t fire”, the wolf barks out loud,
“I am here only to protect from the cloud”.
She doesn’t run away, 
she sits down to stay.

The man understands the wolf is not bad.
He rises his hand and gives her some bread.
A piece of fish, a piece of meat,
the man gave her all she wanted to eat.

The fire, the friend, the warmth and the food,
the wolf had completely changed her mood.
The snow was white and a lot of fun,
she suddenly forgot all about the sun.

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