The Pack

The moon so bright
The stillness of the night air
The pack unsettled
They are all red alert
Noses to the air
Noses to ground
Ears pricked
Then with no warning
The howls begin
The echoes roll through the valley
The pain in the hearts
Felt for miles
The cries for a love once felt
They have searched for days
But the Alpha is no where to be smelt, heard or seen
The pack is lost
Unsure where to turn
Yet the next in line knows what comes next
As the victory howl begins
The pack turn to their new leader
And carry on like nothing has changed.

~ Written By Ree Bee

I Know Myself

I Know Myself


I have grown up in these forests.
I know them well.
Every crimson, autumn leaf - every pungent spring scent - and every wild call.
I know this; but I know my history as well.
We once roamed as brothers of man.
But fear of our secrets drove man to murder us.
We nearly died out; if not for the devout of man.
They took us in to their hearts and gave us hope.
Now here we are again; on the rise in these forests I once knew.
I know of the tragedies of our kind.
I know the triumph that has come.
But over all else, I know myself .
I am a wolf. The voice of the wilderness.

~Written By Seasonswolf