Laughing as He Went

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

Now,
they want to clip
the ears of the Gray Wolf,
clip them back
until the wolves are almost decimated,
weakening their packs
to almost extinction.

The native tribes of Wisconsin and Montana
have stood up for the wolf.
They see themselves parallel to the wolf.
They too were killed back
to almost extinction,
starved and hounded,
brothers to the wolf
in life and suffering.

The hunters carry away
the great, large bodies of wolves
in their arms, 
laughing as they go.

I remember the Gray Wolf
that morning as he rolled
down a steep embankment,
looking like a great ball
of white and gray fur,
laughing as he went.

4 Comments

Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis, poems, Poetry

4 responses to “Laughing as He Went

  1. That’s most moving Ethel.

  2. You have captured wonderfully the horror of the scenario. Lying snuggled in bed listening to the chattering of wolves on the hunt was one of my delights when living in rural Quebec!

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