Timber Wolf

Timber Wolf – A Scapegoat

Timber Wolf

A Scapegoat Oh hear the little girl in red It’s all about the things she’s said How wicked and how you are bad So really, really, really sad Those awful, spiteful, hateful lies Have twisted fact, yet truth belies Yes, you are a killer supreme
So what does that point really mean? Your actions balance and bring wealth To Nature’s web it means great health You keep the herds and prey in check Why does that make you circumspect? Could it be mankind’s deep need To find a scapegoat for “his” deeds? ~ Poem and Timber Wolf capture, A Scapegoat © Jerry L. Ferrara 

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Timber Wolf – The Chill of the Setting

Timber Wolf

The Chill of the Setting I was glad I had covered the equipment and myself with rain/snow gear before setting out that bleak morning. It wasn’t anywhere near ‘sunny f16’ conditions as the monochromatic snowstorm thickened, swirled and raked the rimy sweep and yet the Timber Wolf remained tightly curled up and resting. Nothing to do but wait. Without announcement or fanfare, the canine rose, stretched and hurled its voice into the thickened atmosphere. The long, haunting call reflected the chill of the setting. ~ Anecdote and Timber Wolf capture, The Chill of the Setting © Jerry L. Ferrara

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Timber Wolf – Stare Down

Timber Wolf

Stare Down The female Timber Wolf was so incredibly beautiful as she gracefully loped across the sweep parallel to my position. I stood stock still while clicking off image-after-image, but periodically paused just to watch. It wasn’t long before things changed rapidly and the “lupine being” turned directly into my camera and lens. It was breathtaking! In the blink of an eye she had approached to about 16 feet, the closest I could focus with the lens being used. To my chagrin she wouldn’t look directly at me, but constantly surveyed both her sides and toward her back. Without warning the wolf pointed her nose downward and peered in my direction. The stare down was brief, with neither threat nor aggression implied, simply recognition. She then turned and ambled up and over the snow-mantled ridge and melted into the wild realm, like the spirit she was. ~ Anecdote and Timber Wolf capture, Stare Down © Jerry L. Ferrara

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Timber Wolf – Melancholy Song

Timber Wolf

Melancholy Song There were extended periods when the snowfall was so dense that vision beyond twenty yards was totally obscured. Yet, something existed in that mysterious icy melee … something wraith-like that moved eerily in the manner of a shapeless shadow progressing across an ill-lit window shade. When the cloaking curtain of the flurry lifted, the secret specter emerged in the embodiment of a magnificent Timber Wolf. It was then that the stunningly beautiful creature, with snow-clad coat, pointed its tapered muzzle skyward and gave voice to a deeply stirring melancholy song. As the mournful aria went on, the blinding tempest resumed and once again the blustery snow veiled the view. What lingered within the faceless leaden gloom was a soulful cry that slowly faded into oblivion. ~ Anecdote and Timber Wolf capture, Melancholy Song © Jerry L. Ferrara

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