https://youtube/watch?v=lq0Yj0pWK_o Please read the below poem that accompanies this video, and listen to the lyrics of the song. I have always lamented so-called wolf hunts (read MURDERS), but always with a little detachment having never lived in a State that holds them. I have lived & worked with wolves, and I now live in a State that condones and supports the murder of wolves... and my heart is breaking & filled with their pain. Please pray for the wolves... All credits go to: White Wolf Blog : whitewolfpack/ White Wolf Facebook : facebook/pages/White-Wolf/167439963296369 Crying to the Wind In a wolf pack they ran together blessed by The Great Spirit, their souls locked and mated forever Loyal hearts that none could sever. None bothered and no trouble to see as they ran wild on the wind free ... Soul mates together for many a year, their loyal hearts knew no fear. How could their brave spirits know one day an enemy would show ... without heart or even much skill, and her soul mate, man would kill. It was by the bright of day .. as their brave hearts tried to run away ... Running fast,but their bodies tired her mate was killed with one shot fired. With only her around his lifeless body lay on the ground ... only his soft fur moved as a lone wind blew by heart and instinct she knew ... But she could not linger nor stay for her own life, she must run away! So with a pause and one look back she ran on the wind and rejoined the pack. Now she stands alone each night and howls up to the moons misty light ... the soulful sound of her cries lingers on the wind, then dies. Pain cuts through her soul like a knife for the mate she had taken for life. Her spirit is broken ... but shell survive ... The Great Spirit will keep her alive. She still runs with the pack but forever and always looks back for a second she pauses ... and waits always searching for her lost soul mate. By: (LadyBleaux)
Posted on: Sun, 16 Nov 2014 20:53:46 +0000
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