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Akela Akela was a gray timber wolf. Powerful with large feet, robust limbs and a magnificent tail. He defied fear, denied defeat, and revered his only mate. His enemy was man and the jaws of iron. It was spring, a time for awakening, a season to bear young, hunt and forage. This day Akela would seek a den for his mate. The early morning air was crisp but clear, timber tops creased the sky, brushing a sunrise with splendor of crimson and lemon. Akela picked a path across the snow sprinkled loam, the female, swollen with his seed trailed behind. Suddenly, without warning he heard a SNAP his mate, seized by the TRAP, called to him with a pitiful whine. Akela spun around, hackles up, teeth bared in a vicious grimace, but the jaws of iron were clenched. He ran to her side, licked her paw and face, attempted to erase the pain, with heart pounding he knew he was powerless. Desperate he began to chew on her leg, by instinct he tried to free her as blood flooded his mouth. In the end he lay down beside her. A day or two passed, in early dawn she gave her last sigh and was gone. Akela wailed a visceral howl from deep inside his soul. To this day the timber still cradles his mournful cry. |
Additional Notes:
This is a very old poem and was posted her years ago. I have many credits and will occasionaly post an old poem...
This Poem was Critiqued By: Duane J Jackson On Date: 2007-07-07 22:30:26
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Hi Marilyn,
A very depressing piece this was and you did well to paint this picture, replete with the whimpers and wailing howls of Akela.
There is a poignant message that sears through this peice, sharp like the terrifying iron of the trap that brought the life of Akela's mat to an abrupt end. Man can be very cruel contrary to his natural capacity to feel more than the other creautres that iccupy the planet with us.
I've always been a fan of your writing and this too had your stamp on it. Nice job with the alliteration and imagery.
Duane.