Anthem luporum
Heavenly voice
Tis said that wolves do howl at thee
We do not
As I hope you'll see
For howling be such noisy choice
Not suited to our songful voice
When singing sweetly as we do
We may well raise a prayer to you
But tuneful is our tasteful lilt
When choral cloister beats full tilt
Though blessed be your lunar light
It does not guide our paths at night
While hunting we use scent and sound
To chase our breakfast to the ground
Our songful story we do speak
In poetry with lyric beat
Our hearts are strong and true when this
Our anthem we do cry betwixt
Our brethren and our sister kin
You will not find us making din
And though we lift our heads up high
When singing to the moonlit sky
We be not raising praise to thee
It's just the way our throats must be
It helps to point our snouts up high
When carrying our voices by
The endless vapours in between
Ourselves and all our wolfy clan
So if your mortal subjects do
Our heav'nly singing misconstrue
By your good grace pray show them how
We chant
We sing
We do not howl
About the Creator
Raymond G. Taylor
Author living in Kent, England. Writer of short stories and poems in a wide range of genres, forms and styles. A non-fiction writer for 40+ years. Subjects include art, history, science, business, law, and the human condition.
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Comments (8)
Beautiful words on behalf of the wolves and those videos are great - it was quite wonderful to hear them as I read and reread your words!
WOW... Have not heard that before.❤️
A well-wrought wolf's prayer to the moon!
This was such a joy to read. I love how you gave the wolves such a dignified, poetic voice.
Excellent job, poems like this remind me that poetry is not my forte
What a beautiful ode to the wolf. Good job.
Hauntingly beautiful! I hope it's a submission for the "Poetry of the Hunt" challenge, as well. To my brain, it works on so many levels! The word "hunt" means "wolf" in Estonian (pronounced differently, but still. Don’t listen to the Google Translate pronunciation, please, it’s painfully wrong)
That's a wonderful take on the challenge, love the lupine slant