Haiku Archives: Wolves


I was on a fishing trip in Alaska the first time I ever heard wolves howl. All day long I had been on the lookout for bears.  I was with two guys who were born and raised in Alaska, and they had a lot of advice for me.

“Don’t want to have a bear sneak up on you, and you sure as hell don’t want to sneak up on a bear.  You gotta make noise so the bear knows where you’re at.  And if you see one, don’t run from it because that will trigger its predatory chase instinct.”

Of course, I forgot all about the bears when the wolves started howling late that night.  It’s an eerie sound – it stirs some primordial memory in you that you didn’t even know you had.

“Better throw a couple logs on the fire,” one of the guys said.

“Wolves won’t get too close to a fire,” the other guy told me.  “Not usually.”

Here’s a haiku I wrote commemorating the experience.  Enjoy.



stoke the dying coals

flames jump up and dance like sprites

holding wolves at bay

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