Wolf Sonnet The howling in the night inspired fear, so much we hunted down the lupine bards. Now wolfhounds lay to rest their ancient guards and ancient wolven hunting grounds are cleared. Still vilified as creatures of the dark. Still strangled, poisoned, shot and strung up too. Still trapped to bring in money for a zoo, where eyes that once held lightning lose their spark. In old Baghdad they knew the wolf was just, by claw and fang were demons kept at bay. The innocent are not the ones wolves slay, unlike the prey of humankind’s dark lust. The moon is missing wolfsong ‘neath its glow, for wolves watch over innocents no more. R.J. Breathnach
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