What does the wolf say, when he points his muzzle at the sky?
Is it a call of camaraderie, or a long goodbye?
When those last notes trail off, does he look around for friends?
Or does he know that the bond of the pack never ends?
I wonder if he is thinking of those who passed on,
And that is what adds the forlorn sound to the song
Or is it a solemn celebration, a call for an ally
A communal effort to make the pack rally
Whatever it is, you can’t deny that effect
Heart beats faster, rising of hair on the neck
A feeling like you are part of the whole
Carrying friends with you in the depths of your soul
The feeling is overwhelming; to be honest it made me cry
Hearing the sad, sweet songs of the wolves saying goodbye
Colorado Wolf and Wildlife Center, Divide CO, July 11 2014
