I am a wolf,
running through the trees.
Following the scents
on the midnight breeze.

I am a wolf,
howling beneath a silver moon.
Hoping that my loyal pack
will answer back quite soon.

I am a wolf,
standing with my beautiful mate.
We must stand strong and brave
and face any challenges sent by fate.

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I am a wolf,
hunting with my pack.
With the young and old wolves waiting
for meat to be brought back.

I am a wolf,
and I must kill to survive.
But isn't that something we all must do
in order to stay alive?

I am a wolf,
withstanding man's fear and hate.
But many have come to love wolves,
and for us that's quite a treat.

I am a wolf,
wild, fierce and free.
Living in forests and mountains
stretching as far as the eye can see.

I am a wolf,
I'd never want to be anything more.
And I hope that even after I'm gone,
there will be wolves forevermore.



- (C) by Sloane J. 2006

*This is by far my most popular poem.

Welcome to the mule, though I must warn you, this is not a furry site. That's not to say we can't get along, just that you will be mildly prodded to assure us of your sanity. Though that's certainly not to say that we are sane, or that you need be. More like our particular variety of insane.

If my estimations are incorrect, you do not have awkward sexual fetishes, and you simply obsess over wolves, then we definitely won't get along. In which case I would direct you, with a great deal of guilt and fear for your safety, toward deviant art . com or . org or something. There you'll find, if not the sanest people, certainly someone to your liking.

I take it back, don't go anywhere near deviate, that place is a death trap.