Howling high on a mountain top, Sending shivers up my spine, Stands a lonely sentinel Calling to others of his kind. The last of a vanishing breed. His crime -- the need to eat. His mate and his litter waiting, For Dad to bring home some meat. Ranchers say he's a threat To the little ones in their herd. But to hunt him to extinction Is meaningless and absurd. A way has to be found for all God's creatures to coexist. To bring harmony and justice To Wolves, and Gorillas in the mist. So, before we condemn him, Or shoot him -- even worse Remember the Wolf, Inhabited this land first. Poet Not Linked If Known Please Advise Artwork - Poem - Music  Used with permission.  Works may not be reproduced, distributed or displayed without written permission from the mentioned artists Please Honor the Artists Copyright Laws.    All  Rights  Reserved  © 1999-2008