Hear the Call of the Wild
Hark Ye Well
O hark ye well to the haunting sound!
While spirits fly, they stalk the ground.
Raise your head and join the call,
"We are free! One and all!"
The moon rises high
One, two, a chorus sings
Their howls form as one
Through the mountains it rings.
O hark ye well their yellow eyes!
They look right through you and tell no lies.
Silent as ghosts through the night;
They show no fear, they know no fright.
Woe is the beast caught in their path!
From powerful grip the prey gasps its last.
Food for everyone is the reward.
While gnawing, icy glances cast.
They sing their story for all to hear
And all things will listen, far or near.
They cry for their families lost or dead,
Telling their lives the way they should be said.
They know of fear, losing ones so dear.
Heart to heart, singing true.
O hark ye well to their mournful sound!
They tell us, "We are victims, too!"
"The white man must treat the beasts of this land as his brothers. What is man without the beasts? If all the beasts were gone, man would die from a great loneliness of spirit. For whatever happens to the beasts, also happens to man."
- Chief Seattle of the Puget Sound Suwamish Tribe, 1855
"The Strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the Strength of the Wolf is the Pack."
- Rudyard Kipling, The Jungle Book, 1894
"Space is air for the great beasts who roam the earth. Now is their final breath."
- John Weaver
And yes, I am part Native American!
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