These are my woods stated the wolf, 

appearing before my eyes were 

golden brown ones holding in them

power and strength inherent to his species.

I mean no harm great wolf. I am just a traveler

in these woods. I also enjoy a stretch of the legs.

You are not here to call me vermin or monster, or  

To run me from my home?

No great wolf, I am merely taking a walk,

hoping to run into a worldly soul like yourself.

If I might say with no intention of insult,

you are a patient wolf, a gentle wolf,

not like most who I see on my walks. 

Who are you to know about me and my species?

Wolves are great hunters so we must be patient.

Wolves are also a loyal pack, so we must be gentle.

Most humans only see  our claws and teeth,

Afraid  we will kill their sheep,

for sheep are not food to them, 

but divine approval and net profit.

Humans think this is worth more 

than the lives of me and my kin.

They call us feral and wild,

but something wild is just something humans don’t understand.

So you ponder the manners of things? 

You know experience?

You know the way of things?

I ponder the lack of manners man has for his fellow creatures.

This world is all our homes and humans only think it is theirs.

They do not heed to the cycle of life or 

desire to know the will of others.

They claim to create but seem to only destroy,

like fraying the hem on the blanket of life or 

pulling the threads until the whole piece unravels.

Do you curse the maker for making humans?

I do not curse anyone. 

I just see what is to be seen.

If there is a great maker 

they knew what they did when

they granted humans their consciousness and ambition,

For ambition is not an inherent quality of all creatures.

Only does man wish to be what he is not.

No other creature of this world dares to do this.

My kin and I  suffer for the plight of man.

How can you not curse man for your suffering?

I cannot curse man because to curse man would 

Be to curse myself. To curse another

the creature of this earth is to curse my own brethren.

But man curses you, steals your land and kills your kin.

Then that is the way of the world. 

If humans are the end of my people 

then we shall embrace the end,

For keeping death at arms length 

is another invention of man.

When the earth calls me back I will answer.

When I must become dust and ashes I will

do so willingly and gladly.

Can one say the same for man?