{Eyes of a Wolf}

The predator in me keeps me alive
I run with no pack,my spirit is free
With my animal instinct I will survive
In the forest I prey and along the sea

The blood on my fangs shows I’m alert
if you see me alone don’t come near
Sun on my back,I sleep in the dirt
no matter what I show no fear

The cold freezing nights I talk to the moon
but sadness in my voice as I scream to the sky
Living on the move I stay in tune
I’m not a friend,so please beware of my war cry

The mystery of my life will always be there
I think like a man with hunters breath
My sacred heart, I will take care
In the night I’ll do the dance of death

As I drift away into the mist
and follow my shadow alone
When I reach my final quest
You will here in my final moan

Elton Stallman
The Lost Poet