In the wilds where silence roams,  
Lies a truth, in nature's tomes.  
The wolf, a creature, stark and keen,  
Not as dark as it's often seen.  

Never feasting on the dead,  
Walking paths where honor's led.  
A life in pairs, fidelity's song,  
In love's embrace, where wolves belong.  

Monogamous, true to its mate,  
A bond unbroken, sealed by fate.  
Should death part ways, a soul bereft,  
Alone it stays, in solitude left.  

Knowledge of kin, a lineage proud,  
Supporting elders, a promise avowed.  
Bringing sustenance when strength wanes,  
A family's love, in their veins reigns.  

In the moment of its final breath,  
Eyes meet yours, challenging death.  
Intelligence that surpasses bounds,  
In its gaze, a spirit astounds.  

Unyielding to the will of others,  
Its essence, no training smothers.  
A symbol of wild freedom's call,  
In its spirit, we see our own thrall.  

So remember, when tales are spun,  
Of creatures under the moon and sun.  
The wolf, in movies cast as vile,  
Bears a nobility, across each mile.  

Let's rethink the stories we've narrated,  
Of beings, unjustly denigrated.  
For in the wolf, there's much to admire,  
A reminder to elevate our gaze higher.

March 4, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop