Wolf

Bring back the wolf!

He's not long gone, you know.

He went out when sheep came in.

Sheep cleared men and women.

Now let wolves clear sheep.

A little wilderness please,

a little howling to be heard from the chalets,

a circling of yellow eyes at Aviemore.

That legend much discredited,

of the following of the sledges,

let us test it in the Cairngorms,

in the winter playgrounds with their merry cries,

in the white paths through the forest.

It would be good to get not a few scalps

to crawl with fear when they hear

that eerie arctic song

as one by one the muzzles

lift and open in the dark,

and the dark is long.