Song of the Wolf

My beautiful blue eyes,
Shadows dancing across moonlit northern skies.
Alone or together we strive,
Symbol of our ancestors.
Blood rages throughout our veins,
Strength, courage, and devotion to the core,
A sign of mighty triumph.
Protectors of the ones we love,
A symbol of brother, friend, freedom.

I stand alone at the top of the hill.
Not certain, I let out a cry.
Echoes follow my howl,
I hurry back to the den,
My tracks covered with snow,
No one can trace my whereabouts.
I sit quietly yearning.
Temptation stirs, I gaze upon a hare.
But, I know a man creeps in the forest waiting to spill my blood.
Hungrily I deny the temptation.
Here, where I lie, is a life of confinement.
Our freedom has resulted in death.

Night falls.
Dawn Crests.
Stars disappear.
I make my way back to the granite hill and wait for my love, my companion, my mate.
Atop this hill, I howl my song.





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