Welcome to Poetry Month on The Voice of Dog. This month, every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, we at the Fireside will be reading you poems from and for the furry community.

Today we present “The Wolves Are Always Walking” a poem by Corran Orreaux, who is a deer that bleats in common meter, and you can find more of his stories on Fur Affinity.

Read for you by Rob MacWolf — werewolf hitchhiker.

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Welcome

to

Poetry

Month

on

The

Voice

of

Dog.

This

month,

every

Monday,

Wednesday,

and

Friday,

we

at

the

Fireside

will

be

reading

you

poems

from

and

for

the

furry

community.

This

is

Rob

MacWolf,

your

fellow

traveler,

and

Today

we

present “The

Wolves

Are

Always

Walking”

a

poem

by

Corran Orreaux, who is a deer that bleats

in common meter, and

you

can

find

more

of

his

stories

on

Fur Affinity.

Please

enjoy


“The

Wolves

Are

Always

Walking”,

a

poem

by

Corran Orreaux


There

is

a

path,

but

not

for

us,
a

road

implies

an

ending--
and

for

us,

the

wolves

who

walk,
there

is

no

place

of

mending.

No

place

of

rest

will

take

a wolf--
no

respite, no

repose,
for

the

wolf

is

cursed

to

walk
where

only

danger

goes.

And

even

then,

and

out

of

sight,
the

wolf is

always

chased,
for

those

that

have

a

road

to

walk
fear

a

wolf

displaced.





So

we

walk,

and

so

they

follow,
an eye

always

to

our

tracks.
“A

paw

print!”

they

say,

miles

away
“How

dangerous

these

packs!

“They’ll

come

for

us,

if

we

let ‘em!
They’ll

hunt us near

to

death!
They’ll

take

our

road

and

make

us

walk!
They’ll

leave

us

all

bereft!”

I

can

tell

you

little

else, pup.
No

promise

can

I

make,
that

one

day

we

won’t

have

to

walk
and

our

hunters

will

cease

chase.

What

I

can

say

look

down,

pup
see

our

many

tracks
see

how

the

dirt

is

padded
and

see

how

little

grass.

We

always

walk,

but

the

walk

is

less
then

it

was

for

those

before.
I

can’t

promise

we’ll

stop

walking,
but

it’s

easier

than

before



This

was “The

Wolves

Are

Always

Walking” by Corran Orreaux, read for you by Rob MacWolf, Werewolf Hitchhiker. Thank

you

for

listening

to

Poetry

Month

on

The

Voice

of

Dog.