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The wind in the willows is dark and deep.
Many new lives she is soon to keep.
Spirited to hunting,she is forced to stay home.
Other wolves may very well rome.
With her pack by her side the alpha stays home, closer to many new pups having home.
The night of the birth, the pack gathers near.
The great alpha now trembles with fear.
Morning has come,new leaders are born.
No one is even a bit forelorn.
As the pups grow to wolves many things are taught, how to hunt,how to fish, they would not
survive if they did not.
The alpha dies after seeing her days, the pups now have there own pack, as there mother,
fades into the haze...
 The Wolf sang for the Mountain, who was proud
The Wolf sang for all.
His Song was of Love.
For Earth For Life.
The Truth of his Soul. An endless stream.
Ancient even before the Ice came.
In the time of Dirus, the Great Dire Wolf.
He who has not such Love cannot sing.
And will call Song evil. Unwolfly.
Thus was Rufus. Rufus, the tyrant wolf. The destroyer.
He and his believers took Song away.
And for eons the Sky was empty.
But the stream flowed on. Joining Past and Future
Dirus returned.
His search was long. But sure.
For the Spirit lived, waiting.
Released, its Power surged.
Again the Wolf was free. The Earth whole.
The Wolf sings for the Mountain, who is proud.
The Wolf sings for All.
~~A Legend"
By George Stone
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