Wolves are in great danger of becoming extinct.Tell me, who the hell are we to make that choice? We over populate with homes, businesses and recreational facilities. We kill game for trophy and still expect the wolf to carry on with business as usual. Who are we trying to kid? What are we trying to prove? And to whom are we trying to impress?

Wolves have roamed this earth respectably for centuries, they've well earned a right to be here. We as humans have done far worse in ONE day than a wolf has in his whole lifetime. It's amazing what a wolf could teach us, if we only paid attention. To learn more about family unity, strong bonding, loyalty, and respect... Watch a wolf pack.

A Monkeys Viewpoint

( Though this is not wolf related, it's something that has always stuck with me.. There's a lesson to be learned.. )

Three monkeys sat in a coconut tree discussing things as they're said to be. Said one to the others, now listen you two. There's a certain rumor that can't be true, that man desended from our noble race. Well, the very idea is a disgrace. No monkey ever deserted his wife, starved her babies and ruined her life, and you've never known a mother monk to leave her babies with others to bunk, or pass them on from one to another till they scarcely know who is their mother, and another thing, you'll never see a monk build a fence around a coconut tree and let the coconuts go to waste forbidding all other monks to taste. Why, if I'd put a fence around the tree, starvation would force you to steal from me. Here's another thing a monk won't do, go out at night and get in a stew, or use a gun, a club or knife to take some other monkeys life. Yes, man descended, the ornery cuss, but brother, he didn't descend from us..

I have no voice
It's been taken from me
By others more important than me
I must remain unspoken

I have no father
He was taken from me
No protector to guide me
I wander along the wayside

I have no mother
She was taken from me
No warm caresses to comfort me
I shed my tears internally

I have no brother
He was taken from me
No friend to enlighten me
I remain unfriendly and unsocial

I have no lover
He was taken from me
No warrior to charm me
I exist with no star shining brightly

At night, when the moon is high
And you hear the coyote in the hills
The lament you hear may be mine
Howling, wailing, grieving

©2000 Anna M. Hefele