Song of Narwhal & Wolf

A Story Told by a Beluga Whale

Arctic Ocean, Siberian Sea

    THE STORY OF THE NARWHAL
    AND THE WOLF

    Painting of Narwhals just below the ocean's surface


    Orcan sing-song sang the story
    of a Narwhal male and wolf
    who met where ice and water merge
    the Arctic Sea, the winter ice.
    They talked one night, in truth.


    We heard it through our sharpest ears
    up on the outer skin
    our eyes embraced a sight,
    behold!  The wolf and Narwhal speak.
    One flutes, the other's howls echo.


    They talked, in language
    only they and we might understand
    Narwhalese and Orcan
    cross currents in the surging seas,
    while the wolf sang alto.


    O, how wolf wailed
    of long ago, the tribes
    in vast control of landed ice
    who measured the grounds
    by wolf patrols, supremely


    in command of all domains
    where no man ever came,
    or knew of, these were centuries
    of territorial imperatives,
    wolves once ruled terrain


    until that beast called man
    dawned in creation.
    When he made the gun
    he doomed them to a grave
    on permafrost, wiped-out, alive


    or dead, they've now lost count.
    Packs still wander murky coasts
    inland may be dangerous
    where man lurks
    evil, death smells fierce.


    Man's fires burn hot bullets
    searing straight through flesh
    killing in one instant breath
    a wolf; a nobler species
    never stalked the wild Earth.


    The wolf-made song,
    uttered into space
    sirened sharp details aloud
    howling long low cadences,
    sound waves shocked the Arctic gloom.

    At once to attention
    inner ears bristled whistles.
    The wolf cried out vast memories
    of lives extinct
    roaring lungfuls, "Why man, O why?"


    The Narwhal heard a voice
    strike right into his heart,
    a piercing wail, shrieking
    pangs of feelings
    with which he could identify.


    As well this Narwhal did remember
    the ambush in pack ice,
    where machine guns killed
    a score for horns-
    our gnarled and twisted tooth


    humans prize.
    However humans do
    their wretched human stink,
    spilling into oceans, wracks
    of fury and of pains


    taking life for trophy,
    not knowing they annihilated
    conscious brains, a deed in trust
    between two knowing beings,
    Narwhals, Whales, and Dolphins, yes!
     

    The wolf listened also
    with his eyes as he demurely walked
    across the ice to where the Narwhal clicked,
    speed-talk quickening in ratio
    to pulse tones chattering staccatos.


    As Narwhalese punctuates water,
    the seas open ears and eyes
    synesthesia-wise
    sonar echoes beam the ice,
    the Narwhal's head appears


    above the surface choppy waters,
    his gigantic "tusk" toothed forward
    gazing kindly toward the wolf
    spellbound by the sight of such
    a delicate, ethereal creature.


    "How could he kill you?" wolf raged,
    "You did nothing to him."
    The Narwhal listened, cried
    in vain to recall the loved from death.
    Man's firepower excelled all, period.


    A conversation did ensue
    between these creatures
    who took to heart
    a common truth, man
    the menace to himself.
     

    Plain as day breaks
    upon the east, western
    winds engulf the world
    in one strong language,
    blasting mankind through the sky.


    The wolf knelt down
    upon the ice where our Narwhal
    lingered, horn to fang,
    a landed creature meeting
    a true water master.


    Intelligent and wise,
    a real soul, sentient,
    kindhearted, dominant.
    In the water he ruled supreme,
    the leader from his pod.


    Impressed, the wolf digressed,
    he almost could not believe
    the sophisticated sonar sound,
    he could feel it ping his fur
    tingling spasmodically.


    Tremors up and down his spine
    made his hairs stand up on end,
    to comprehend sonar harmonics.
    The face of this Narwhal
    burst from the water, splattering


    salt water into his eyes,
    laughing with Narwhalean giggles.
    As though getting a wolf wet
    was a serious crime worthy
    of wolf like fury, the famous wolf,


    master predator,
    second to none, not even polar bears,
    renowned for tenacity,
    the ferocious push with fanged jaws,
    fishing the straits on summer evenings.


    "Would you, wolf, eat me
    if I came by your side?
    May I come near, next to you
    where you gaze
    from the edge of ice?


    "May I trust
    in your glance,
    you mean me no harm
    if I point my sharp knife
    by your snout without hurt?
     

    "May I trust that your bite
    will not clamp at my tusk,
    to ensnare me to land,
    to be eaten by wolf packs
    to die on land, so ignoble!"


    The wolf looked so tamed,
    sweet and serene,
    he was not faking,
    he was enchanted, enthralled
    at conversing with a Narwhal.


    Never would he spark a glance
    from eye to eye -
    "Look into my eyes", called
    the Narwhal,
    "I am wolf-proof!"


    "I bow down to the very edge
    where ice and water mix
    bring me your tusk,
    let me feel you
    with my tongue and tooth.


    "No pressure from my jaws
    will ever frighten you,
    dear creature from the deeps,
    tell me of your lives,
    what is the world of water like?"


    The Narwhal was delighted,
    he believed the wolf
    though he was no fool,
    he had a plan, in case this was a lure,
    yet he knew the wolf was kind,


    and was he ever so.
    This wolf and Narwhal
    touched each other physically,
    The Narwhal's ten foot tooth
    met the warmth of mouth.


    Only one wolf has done so,
    this one who now licks
    his tongue up and down
    the spiral ivory,
    a rarer breed there never was


    or could be, he thought.
    Such a personable Narwhal
    to have ever existed,
    to listen to the plaintings
    of a wolf.
     

    The sea master listened,
    watched, and felt the warm tongue
    touch his O, so sensitive tooth,
    was this a kiss -
    between Narwhal and wolf?


    In the charging bolts
    of Arctic waters
    the mysteries of land and sea
    resolve between one
    species and another.


    Narwhal, wolf, the two combined
    create a whole, a place, a spot
    in the light, where words collide
    on contact, howling, uttering
    sheer madness that clears the dark


    and all is bright again.
    The wolf knows ferocious coloraturas,
    the Narwhal thrills to the core,
    in the care, kind loving
    of this four legged supremacist.


    He knelt down as though before,
    the wisest of all wolves
    in councils with elders,
    where wolves connive
    by every canine tooth they have.
     

    Meanwhile our Narwhal grieves
    for the sense of loss he sees
    in wolf's eyes, a sense
    of emptiness, an icy vacuum,
    a place seen hitherto only by Narwhals.


    Intrigued, beguiled, he invents a song
    to assuage a wolf's sad grief
    so touch a Narwhal's heart,
    an utter mournful plight,
    urging the true nature of a wail.


    A wolf's wail,
    a Narwhal
    together do ring
    pinged tunes
    trilling in conversation.


    A wolf calls out
    the names of lost ones,
    suffered under the dreaded hunt
    from man.  "Ah," the Narwhal cried,
    "do not remind me, forget man."


    "How, how, how can we forget,
    the target of metal lightning
    ripping open flesh.
    Just like you do, eh?"
    screamed the Narwhal,
     

    "Hypocrite", the sea monster
    gargled, "infamous wolves,
    no mercy, no plea, no reprieve."
    "Hah!" the wolf mock-snarled,
    "What do you do when you fish?"


    "That's different - we just fish,
    catch 'em and eat 'em.
    No, you, wolf, stalk your prey
    until you half frighten them to death.
    Some of you are worse, so mean,


    "so abysmally mean,
    like just to frighten
    a baby reindeer to death
    by entrapping it,
    not allowing escape,


    "until the poor animal
    is scared out of wits
    and goes insane.  So young,
    so purely innocent,
    it's mother killed, eaten.


    "And now, with all protection gone,
    the young reindeer,
    encircled by snarls and snaps,
    angry, hungry fangs pretend
    to razor such sweet flesh,
     

    "you wolves are mean, really mean,
    the way you pen your prey."
    "Sure, we save them for a feast
    we'll have another day."
    "Hah!" interjected Narwhalese,


    sea crap triggered the Narwhal,
    "You, wolf, are exposed,
    you hurt for the hell of it,
    we don't, we just catch the fish
    and eat them, no fuss, no mess."


    "Bah," shoved the wolf,
    "You don't know the power of land,
    it's different from sea,
    more dangerous, we must guard
    our territories with a vengeance-"


    "Vomit," sang the Narwhal,
    "imbecile utterings from a know-nothing.
    The sea is vastly more perilous,
    worse, much worse
    the horror of the deeps.


    "Only we, the whales and dolphins
    know how to tackle them.
    As man treats you, perhaps,
    we take care of sharks-
    see - you're holding our weapon."
     

    the wolf transfixed, humbled,
    knew he was gazing
    at the superior being,
    no doubt the Narwhal
    saw through him, through and through,


    and knew his very nature,
    fundamentally to the core.
    How could a life-form from the ocean
    penetrate such fine detail
    without any contact heretofore?


    "It is nonsense to think," the Narwhal said,
    "that we are superior to you,
    you do not count in our world
    except as a nuisance,
    fishing for Narwhal babies.


    "We know your ways,
    you wolves have traveled
    in our lore for centuries,
    eons, dynasties,
    we've spied upon you encyclopedically."


    Wolf's eyes glinted,
    the pupil opened wide,
    the gold iris vanished,
    as now wolf's essence
    penetrated directly into mind,
     

    deep contact on a cellular level.
    Two living beings from creation
    touching each other on a scale
    of crescendos impossible to score,
    where thoughts meet, all is.


    The Narwhal looked with deep respect
    upon the figure down before him,
    he loved this wolf
    who was accountable.
    The wolf cut his gaze laser-like


    straight to the heart
    of the matter, in this case,
    the quintessence of Narwhal,
    the honor was all wolf's,
    imagine a sea master teaching humility.


    The wolf grew ashamed,
    and cried, a lonesome tune,
    so pensive, it forces one to cry.
    You are helpless,
    sucked in by emotion and the wolf.


    "Ah, how misunderstood we wolves are,
    our reputations precede us, perhaps;
    after all, we are intelligent,
    we rule the north, the ice, the woods,
    mountains, coasts, rivers, streams."
     

    Narwhal screamed again,
    such a raucous clitter-clatter
    the wolf shut up at once,
    "What did you say?
    'After all we are intelligent'?


    "You are not intelligent enough
    to be a great wolf.
    You must be good hearted,
    a beautiful breed,
    whimsical, philosophical.


    "Rise above the pack,
    just kill your prey at once,
    try it, you'll see results,
    Nature will respect you more,
    nor will Narwhals ever be afraid again."


    Absurd, the wolf thought,
    this Narwhal is really psyching me out,
    beseeching me to go against my nature
    as though I were humanely judged,
    telling me it's wrong to stalk and capture


    even for the fun of it.
    "How repugnant," groaned the Narwhal
    picking up the wolf's thoughts,
    "who kills for fun?"
    "Man does," the wolf retorted.
     

    "Ah," responded Narwhal,
    "indeed it is so-
    men are unpredictable,
    they slaughter or they wonder
    at the sight of us."


    "Essentially similar here,"
    decried the wolf
    "and they hate us with a vengeance."
    "Not us!" exclaimed Narwhal,
    "People never hated us,"


    "truth was, they never understood
    our ways, our colonies,
    the fishing zones
    our social territories
    we were nothing to men,


    "just booty to them.
    There was no mind in us,
    we were like, say, fish
    to them, totally nothing,
    just a stupid Narwhal.


    "Man still does not know us
    for all that we are-
    cetaceans from the northern lights,
    the unicorns of the seas,
    told through sea-canaries, beluga.
     

    "One human did pick up
    the gist of this encounter
    to the tiniest degree.
    What happened was far more awesome
    in fact than these too human words can tell.


    The two sang to each other
    of their natures respectively,
    they sang throughout the night,
    enjoying camaraderie developed
    in their communication.


    SONG OF THE NARWHAL


    PRE-DAWN WATERS FAR LUMINOUS,
    DAYBREAK SPAN HORIZON, CLOUDS,
    SUNRISE, BEAMS  BLINDING
    LIGHT TO NARWHAL EYES.


    HUNGRY STOMACHS GO FISHING,
    EARLY MORNING CATCHING'S GOOD,
    COD, HERRING, ROE IN WATERS.
    FRESH FISH FOR EATING.


    SPRING EQUINOX MELTING ICE,
    AWAITING SUMMER SOLSTICE ALL
    DAY, EVERYDAY TOTAL JOY,
    FISHING, DINING, OCEAN WARMTH.


    SWIM TOWARD MIDNIGHT SUN,
    FOLLOWING MIGRATIONS, SWARMS SCHOOLS
    FISH, COLD WATER, LUSCIOUS,
    RAW, CRUNCHY, DAZZLING, JUICY!


    A WOLF'S SONG


    FOR YEARS I RETURNED THESE ICE COASTS
    TO SING AND HOWL INTO SPACE.
    WHEN FULL MOON AROSE,
    URGINGS IN MY VOICE PROCLAIMED


    MY SONG, THE WOLF IS SECOND TO NONE,
    UTTERING PRIMEVAL CALLS
    LONELY IN THE NIGHT.
    WHO KNEW A NARWHAL EVER HEARD


    MY PAIN, ACUTE, UNREGISTERED.
    CRYING OUT A LONESOME TUNE
    PICKED UP BY SEA-TRAINED EARS
    OF A MAMMAL IN FAR WATERS.


    UNUSUAL CONFLUENCE, WOLF AND NARWHAL.
    I, WOLF, LOVE YOU, NARWHAL,
    A SHOCK WAVE LOOMS UP FROM THE DEEPS,
    I WILL ALWAYS LONG FOR YOUR COMPANY.


    NARWHAL'S RESPONSE


    CLICK REGISTERED, SPEAK NARWHALESE
    PERFECTLY, PITCH, WOLF, HEAR
    VOCALS, COLORFUL LANGUAGE, PRAISE
    CLEAR CONTACT, PURE LOVE.


    YOUR SONGS HEARD
    NIGHTLY, SOJOURNS MOURNING MATE,
    PAIN ANGUISH REFLECTED, WATERS
    SINGING, DEATH CRIES ECHOING,


    HEART PIERCED, MY TUSK
    BREAKS ICE HEARING SUCH
    ANIMAL MUSIC CRYING, INCONSOLABLE,
    PASSION FROM SENSITIZED LYRICS.


    IF INTO YOU,
    KNOWING YOU SWIM NOT.
    HERE NOW WE SPEAK,
    NARWHAL CLOSER KNOWS WOLF.


    WOLF LYRIC


    I UNDERSTAND YOU NARWHAL,
    YOUR COUNTENANCE FEELS KIND.
    SUCH ONE AS YOU
    NEVER GRACED MY MIND.


    A CREATURE FROM THE OCEAN,
    HORN PROTRUDING FROM A TOOTH
    EXTENDING LIKE A SINGLE ANTLER.
    SHARP EDGED WEAPON, FORMIDABLE,


    WHAT FANGS MAY DARE COMPARE
    TO THE LENGTH OF YOUR SWORD,
    ONLY MAN'S RIFLES COME CLOSE
    IN MY MEMORY.


    TO CONVERSE WITH MYSTERY
    IS BEYOND ANY WOLF'S IMAGINATION,
    YET YOU ARE HERE, REAL, GLEAMING,
    INTELLIGENCE SPARKLES, SURROUNDING SEA WATERS.


    KIND WOLF, WE INTERFACE
    ROYAL LEVELS, YET UNKNOWN
    LOVE. AS THIS REMOTE
    JUNCTURE COUNTRIES INFINITE STATES,


    AWARENESS EXPANDS HIGHER DEGREES,
    YES, NARWHAL INTELLIGENCE, CETACEAN.
    WE THINKING BEINGS, SENTIENT,
    ARE LOVING CREATURES AFTER ALL.


    WOLF, BE FIRST LANDED
    ANIMAL, BRAVE HEART, STRONG
    NARWHALS SHARE OUR COLONIES,
    EMPATHIZE YOUR FATE, BEHOLD


    MANKIND, STRUCK YOU DOWN
    TO WIN THE TERRITORIES.
    SURVIVE BRUTE FORCE, ENGULF
    THE WORLD, STRENGTHEN, GATHER THE WORLD.


    WOLF RESPONDS

    NARWHAL, YOUR LINGUISTIC SOUNDS
    ENRAPTURE ME. I, WOLF, WHO SING MUSIC
    FAR PAST MIDNIGHT INTO DAWN,
    I APPRECIATE YOUR DEDICATION


    TO A WOLF CRY FOR PEACE
    BETWEEN OUR SPECIES.
    A FRIENDSHIP WAS BORN
    BETWEEN THE DEPTH OF THESE WATERS,


    THE MIGHTY COASTS, THE ICE
    AND BERGS, THE FOGS, WINTER STORMS,
    EERIE ELECTRICAL STORMS
    THAT SHATTER BLACK FRIGID NIGHTS.


    NARWHAL, HEAR MY SOCIAL ORCHESTRAS
    CRACK OPEN YOUR SOUL,
    TO LET A WOLF IN FOR AWHILE
    NOW LOOK, SEE WOLF GROW!


    NARWHALESE


    HUMAN HUNTERS GUNNED DOWN
    MEMBERS FROM THE POD.
    NARWHALS, AIR BREATHING, CONSCIOUS,
    DIED, KILLED CREATURE SWEEPING.


    WE SAW THE WHALES
    RESPIRE, BELIEVING ALL CREATIONS
    BREATHING THE LASTING LIFE
    SENTIENT, THINKING THOUGHTS HEROIC.


    MOTHERS WAIL, HEARD MUTTERINGS
    BY OTHER MEMBERS, SUFFERING.
    THESE NARWHALS CRY OUT LOUD
    MISERIES, TRANSFORM THE MINDFUL.


    OUR SPIRAL TUSK DOOMED
    US FOR OUR BEAUTY,
    WE THRUST CHARGING, BEHOLD
    AWARE, POWERS OF CREATION SO.


    WOLF


    ELOQUENT MUTINGS INSPIRE ONE
    TO BECOME EVEN GREATER, NARWHAL -
    YOU TEACH ME UNDREAMED THINGS
    UNSPOKEN, YOU SING-SONG QUICK UTTERINGS.


    I, WOLF, HUNT TOGETHER WITH MY PACK
    IN COLD WEATHERS, LIFE IS BLEAK
    GRAY, DARK, LONELY OF THE NIGHT
    GUARDING TERRITORIES WITH A VENGEANCE


    OUR LOT IS TO BE THE HUNTERS,
    FRESH GAME RIGHT ON THE SPOT
    LIVE FISH FOR YOU, MEAT FOR US.
    ICE, SNOW, COASTS, MOUNTAINOUS TERRAINS,


    SIRES FATHER OUR MOTHERS
    OUR PACK INCREASES OR FADES LIKE THE TIDES.
    ONCE, WE DOMINATED ALL TOTALITY;
    NOW, OUR MORTAL ENEMY INVADES IT CHEERFULLY.


    WOLF, YOUR WHALE-LIKE CHANTINGS
    OPEN HEART, TO FEEL
    NATURE TOUCHING INMOST SOUL,
    ABOUNDS MINE UNDERSTANDING, YOURS.


    MAN, HUMANS, THE WATERS
    INVADES SURFACE, SHIP SOIL,
    FISH OUR FISHING ZONES,
    ROTTING BYWAYS STINKING WASTES.


    METAL HULLS BOUNCE ECHOES,
    SHEER, UGLY, METALLIC SOUND.
    DISASTERS REMINDS, HUMAN GUN
    FLEE BULLETS, MURDER WHALES.


    COMPASSIONATE WHALES HARPOONED, KILLED.
    BULL-MALES, FEMALES, ELDERS, YOUNG ONES
    BLEEDING TO DEATH, WHALED. MAN'S
    RESPONSIBLE FOR THESE DEEDS.


    WOLF PACKS MOURN THEIR DEAD ONES TOO,
    LANDS INVADED BY "CIVILIZATIONS"
    PEOPLING THE WORLD, NO MIGHTIER POWER
    THAN MAN STALKS THE WORLD, LAND, OR SEA.


    FORGET MAN, LET'S JUST WAIL, THE TWO OF US
    ALONE IN THE WILDERNESS
    GAZE SKYWARD, WATCH THESE NORTHERN LIGHTS
    ILLUMINATE THE ICY LANDS AND WATERS.


    SUN FLARES EXOTIC LUMINATIONS,
    WOLVES HOWL TO ETERNAL WOLF,
    THE ESSENCE OF THEIR FAME
    ECHOING THE MOUNTAINS, CANYONS,


    ACCURATE HEARING TARGETS SOUND,
    LOCATING BY LAND WHAT NARWHALS ECHO.
    LAMENT AS WE MAY FOR THE LOST ONES,
    ALIVE TOGETHER WE PASS SOLELY INTO HISTORY.

Top of Page

Table of Contents

All Pages © 2000 - 2006 by Paul Lloyd Warner.   All Rights Reserved.  E-Mail

.

PLW Home Page
Table of Contents
Peace Love Wisdom
Oracle of Whales
Miracle of Dolphins
Orcan Chronicles
The Immense Dawn
Arion & the Dolphins
Atomic Poetry
Poetry as Medicine
The Garden Planet
Original Haiku
Chinese Translations
Message From Stars
The 4th Dimension
New Poems
Metaphysical Essays
Contact
Copyright Notice