The howls are heard by others as they gather their companies together to hunt under the sparkle of the night sky. They run in droves by night to hunt and the howls heard in early morn is to gather again and sleep.

Like man this social creature has strong family ties, strength and endurance, without compromise. I see his playful run as he lopes across the fields, running with the sun, his happiness so real.

This great land is his playground where he can run, hunt, and breed. No need to fear the hunters tracking, no fear or hate indeed. Instead he's admired for his loyality and respected for his intelligence. Qualities mankind has long valued in himself.

Oh how wonderful his life could be if all these things were true, a world filled with love and concern for life our enemies so few. So very sad for the crying wolf, these visions are but mine. I stand alone with heavy heart my prayers the only means. To change these things and make them real, that dwell only in my dreams.

Angel Clappİ Copyright 1999