This poem is pretty long and the topic may be a little over the top for some folks. There is a graphic depiction of canines "doing it" toward the end so if such things are offensive to you then you probably want to skip this one and move along.

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A large black Wolf lies on golden straw
Thinking about the past
Thinking about his birth pack
Thinking about the Wolves he loves
Thinking about his mate and pups now gone

But... are they really gone?
Maybe they're just out of sight...
Just out of place and time

Maybe he's the Wolf who is gone
The Wolf who is dead...
The Wolf who has lost place and time

He sniffs the musty air
His moist black nostrils flaring
The scent of human things abound
The scent of oil and metal and sweat...
Of straw and urine and dung

He stretches out on his belly
Rests his chin across his forepaws
Closes his wild gold eyes... and dreams

It's always been dark, but warm, here
Her soft tender tongue caressing...
Comforting and cleaning his body
Such devotion in her dimly lit eyes
Such sweet love in her fur-nestled nipples

But now, for the first time, into the light
Cautious steps though the portal into a void
Bourne to the cold and dangerous world

Soon the den has never been
Fears of the unknown recede like dreams forgotten
It's time to romp and play in the light
To pounce and growl and tumble in the light
To show one's siblings what one is made of

Overbearing his brother
Gazing at the soft gray fur below him
Gazing into jewel-like golden eyes
The power of dominance...
Pulses through his wild heart

In the dream he feels such pride and strength
In the dream he knows his purpose and his goal
In the dream he has confidence and joy
Then... consciousness
Lucidity that proves this life a prison cell

The wire mesh surrounds him again
The damp straw burns his genitals
Rolling over, he whimpers sadly
Still a prisoner...
Freedom gone...
A flower wilting

With a deep sigh that trembles beauty...
The Wolf curls upon himself
He tucks his muzzle under his bushy black tail
His gold eyes flicker closed again...
As sleep returns a merciful kind of oblivion

His muzzle is raised to the cool mourning air
Wisps of steam coil toward the sky
His howl is deep and long and pure
Excitement tingles in his guts...
As the pack rallies for the hunt

Turning to his brother, dominant eyes soften
His beautiful gray sibling looks back...
Then drops his gaze with respect

The black Wolf extends his muzzle...
And tenderly tongues the gray Wolf's chin and soft lips
The hackle-fur of both Wolves rises...
As an unseen energy passes between them

Mutual love pulses through their wild hearts
Gray Wolf returns a tender lick...
Other Wolves watch, including the Alpha-father...
None flick ear or tail with disrespect

The Wolf Pack sets out in search of prey
Across the land and between the trees they run
This is freedom in the cold and dangerous world:
Try and fill the emptiness within...
Fulfill nature's omnipotent will

The clanking of a cage door wakes the dozing Wolf
Golden eyes flicker open and ears rise
He lifts up his head...
Looks around...
Then lays to rest once more

Again, the Wolf drifts into the realm of dream
Where images of his longings dwell
Where glimpses, of what has been, become manifest

Alpha-father has become too old to lead
It can be seen that his will is failing
It's time he took his rest
Challenge must be made and his authority granted...
To a strong and dominant son

Black Wolf should make the challenge...
If only to ritually take his rightful place
Yet... something in his heart is calling him
He gazes across the clearing toward his brother...
His brother gazes back

Such a strong and beautiful Wolf, his Brother
He could be great leader or a devoted beta...
Depending on his fate

Black Wolf's pleasure is often found in his brother's joy
His brother would find such joy in being Alpha
Alpha is the position of honor and respect...
The position of duty and trust and love
Alpha grants the rite of mating...
A Wolf's greatest purpose...
A Wolf's greatest joy

Black Wolf makes up his mind
Responsibility for the family will go to his brother
He'll seek his own mate and create his own pack
His brother has proved his strength and love
It's time for Alpha-father to retire

Black Wolf pads across the clearing with a purpose
He circles his brother proudly, ears and tail are raised
His beautiful black pelt glistens in the light
There is tangible power in this Wolf
He is respected by the whole pack as beta male...
The next Alpha-father

Black Wolf gazes deep into his brother's eyes
This time, the beautiful gray Wolf looks not away
The Wolves mutual gaze is locked as hackle fur rises
There's an odd kind of tension...
But violence isn't in either Wolf's posture

The black Wolf slowly steps forward...
Licks his brother's mouth...
Slips his tongue passionately between his brother's lips
He tastes the beautiful gray male's fangs...
As he says goodbye

The Wolf's eyes flicker open with a whimper...
That flows into to a heartfelt sigh...
For a brother loved and a family lost

There is darkness all around him
He turns to feel the damp straw mesh into his fur
His cheek-scruff grates against cold steel mesh

Thinking of his brother he stands to pace his cage
Back and forth he strolls in darkness
His matted, but beautiful, tail whipping left and right
A proud Wolf... reduced to nothing...
But a sideshow for hairless monkeys to gawk at

The Wolf bows and stretches
Forepaws pressed out before him
Muscles bunch and tremble beneath his thick black pelt
His mouth agape, yawning
His rump raised high, fur bristling

He lays to rest in another corner of his cage
He curls and drops his muzzle across his hind paws
He breathes deeply until released by the dream again

Running through the snow, black Wolf follows a scent
A scent not of prey, but of Bitch whose season is nigh
He had come upon her earlier in the day
She was eating a rabbit
When she saw him she ran away

Her fur was sable and gray and as soft as silk
Her eyes the deepest gold and intelligent
Her body strong and sleek and skilled
She was beta-female of a pack down-river
A most beautiful Wolf
A most beautiful Bitch

If only she would lift her tail for me, he thought
What an Alpha-mate she would be
What total warmth and love and bliss she could be

Black Wolf felt that he had found his queen
Upon remembering her beauty-furred rump...
As she bounded away with her kill...
His brain and sheath burned with desire for her
His heart beat strong and wild in his chest
He wanted her
He knew he loved her already

It was merely a matter of gaining her trust...
Of gaining her love
A matter of seducing her away from her pack
A matter of mounting her...
Clasping her powerful hips in his dominant paws...
Making her his mate...
Making her the Alpha-Bitch of his pack

She lies beneath some brush in the rain
Between the raindrops some heavy flakes of snow fall
She watches him approach
He moves toward her
Their golden eyes meet in the dim light of dusk
Thunder rolls and lightning fills her eyes

A violent bolt of lightning arcs overhead
An explosive burst of thunder bristles up damp fur
The black Wolf leaps into the brush and lays by her

They turn and gaze into each others eyes
She slowly extends her muzzle toward him
He slowly reaches toward her
Nostrils flare to each other's scent
The posture of their ears relax

Sable-gray Wolf's tongue flicks black Wolf's lips
Black Wolf sighs a warm breath across her mouth...
Then lays his tongue against her lips in a kiss

The Wolf's golden eyes open into darkness
He imagines his mate is still at his side
But... she is in another place and time

The Wolf listens to the sound of a human built beast...
Growling through the night...
Passing somewhere beyond, belching carrion fumes
Even the ancient dead are slaves to humanity
Even corpses cannot rest under the human domain

The Wolf whimpers again
If only he could shed tears...
If he could shed tears

The Wolf suddenly flies into a rage
His fangs collide with the steel mesh
He tears at the wire, black fur bristling
Lips curled back into an insane and wicked snarl
His eyes wild
A savage growl gurgling in his throat

The cage is too strong
A lifetime of rage cannot break through
Hate enough to burn the souls of a dozen Wolves
Cannot break through

If he could only reach a human throat!
Then they would kill him for what he's done
It would all be his fault... he would be the monster!
At least, in this way, he could find peace

Time passes...
The Wolf paces
His rage outwardly fades...
While inside he burns

He lies down once more
There's not much else to do so he sleeps...
And dreams about his beautiful mate

The sleek sable-gray Wolf bounds through the snow
Black Wolf a stride behind dodging the clumps of ice...
Kicked up by her paws

In a flurry of crystal mist she stumbles
Black Wolf is on her, instantly, pinning her down...
He nips at her cheeks and muzzle and whiskers
She struggles beneath his powerful body
She raves and growls wanting free
Both Wolves know it's a game...
But there is more to this than gaming

She is so strong it's all he can do to hold her down
His heart pounds with pride as he dominates her
He feels his sheath draw tight between his thighs
He wants her so much
He wants to mount and thrust and...
She pees on him

Black Wolf leaps away and stands gazing at her
He breathes heavy, his fur is bristled
His ears forward and his tail rose proudly
Glistening-pink pulses in his belly-fur
His eyes burn with desire and passion and need...
Longing and a promise of devotion and love

She shakes out her soft pelt and raises her muzzle...
To sniff the cold morning air and...
The scent of a strong male's arousal

Something in her yearns
Her guts churn with primal need
She wants him
She wants him inside her
She wants what he can plant inside her

She'll have to leave her family if she...
Raises her tail for this beautiful black Wolf
Sable-gray Wolf thinks

Nature twirls the clouds and kicks up wisps of crystal-ice
Nature whispers to her in the wind
Nature tugs at something in her guts
She watches him watching her
She steps toward him

Sable-gray Wolf strolls around black Wolf
She sniffs his muzzle and cheek and ears...
His shoulder and hips and tail

He's so aroused
He wants her so much
He stands still, waiting
He feels her wanting him
He feels their mutual desire

She comes 'round to stand before him
She wants him...
She wants him to mount her...
She bows...
Forepaws pushing out to brace against his weight and thrust

Her back is arched
Her fur bristled
Her thighs spread
Her hips thrust forward
Her rump slightly tucked
Her tail lifted high and to one side

She looks back at him
She invites him
She waits for what he will give her...
For what he will take from her

Black Wolf...
Now an Alpha male...
Sniffs his Bitch's rump
He slides his silken tongue between her thighs
He tastes the amber juice of her heat

Black Wolf pounces onto sable-gray Wolf's back
He grapples her hips with his powerful paws
He pulls her back between his powerful thrusting thighs
He penetrates her warmth and slips deep into her womb
Ecstasy and bliss!

Black Wolf thrusts fast and deep
The wet flesh of Dog and Bitch meshes between her thighs
He bucks into her strong, beautiful, body...
With the powerful rolling of his hips
He tucks his member deep into her rippling womb...
Throbbing hot and stiff to fill her with his seed

Black Wolf's knot takes her...
Grappling Dog and Bitch together as one
He hugs her in his strong black paws
He holds her tight, both inside and out
He feels her tremble, both inside and out

Shiver and shudder and sigh
His tail gently rises and drops...
Rises and drops...
Rises and drops...
As his soul flows into hers

She takes a step as he swings from her back
He's held fast to her rump
He panics...
She yelps...
He starts to fall but regains his paws

The Wolves stand tail to tail
They gaze back at each other
They try to pull away from each other

No...
Please don't pull away!
Don't pull away

Again the Wolf is deprived of his mate by consciousness
He sighs and lifts his hind leg...
To lick his exposed and pulsing sex

He slumps back down and gazes at the steel mesh
Such a seemingly insignificant substance...
Exists between confinement and freedom

The Wolf's sad eyes flicker closed again
If he could shed tears
A shuddering breath makes his body tremble
Blackness envelops his mind as the ephemeral vale of sleep resumes
His eyelids twitch as he finds his mate once more in his dreams

She had whelped three pups half a Luna ago
Since then she barely stepped from the den
He had barely glimpsed his pups...
His new pack
Yet he knew each pup's scent...
As he knew his own and his mates
In time he would know their eyes and ears and tails

Out of the darkness she climbs
Haggard looking and tired
A flick of her ears and a gentle nuzzle against him...
Tells him she is hungry

Black Wolf gently licks his mate's lips
I love you, Bitch
I love you

He turns to hunt
Hoping to find a rabbit...
He saunters down into the dark woods

Without traveling far he hears a squeal of distress
A rabbit in pain; maybe with a broken leg
Black Wolf thinks this might be his lucky day

The wind blows in chaotic patterns
It's hard to learn the direction of the squeal
It's not possible to find the rabbit's scent on the air

Then suddenly a scent that brings fear
The deep fear of evil and of death
The scent of the human animal
The scent of his sweat and oil and lust
The scent of nature's abomination

Fear floods his heart
He spins and bounds toward some brush
He needs to hide!

A loud bang comes from behind
A searing pain moves down his spine
Soon he's choking on blood...
Gasping for breath
Gasping and choking on his own blood
Gasping and dying

I wake with a start and sit up suddenly
I'm in the darkness alone
My heart pounds heavy in my chest
I feel the tingle of sweat on my skin
I smell the stink of human sweat in the air
In my mind, I see the haunting image of my death
My death!

An image that lingers into this life
An image that won't go away
An image that has haunted me for hundreds of years

Maybe it's a dream...
Only a dream
Just a dream
Yet somewhere deep inside...
In my soul
I can feel this Wolf pacing his cage
Pacing his cage
Pacing THIS cage!

. . .

Large, black, alpha male
Thinks on the past and paces his cage
A lifetime wasted in this jail
Deep amber eyes glow in rage

Longing growl rolls deep inside
Wanting to be with his mate
A manmade hell, no place to hide
Trapped in a monster, his fate

you werent kidding when you said long, were you?
I like it though. Imagery and the like done very well. Startling almost.

Beautiful definately.

May you stay forever young

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