The Wolf

The paw prints appear on the starry night
perfect; minute, they leave a story to tell.

Around a tree, a tail brushes slowly against a
silver hide, sleek and moonlit.

Eyes brown, brown as a shadow
seeing all; understanding all.

Luna smiles upon the alert ears,
creeping slowly near warmth.

A door surrounded by forest
wooden walls, sturdy and lasting
smoke swirling from a chimmney.

The door is nudged open by a shoulder
snow is shaken off
a mirror is approached.

In the reflection, a woman appears
with silver hair and chocolate eyes
smiling to herself quietly





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