Friday, August 22, 2008

whimpering softly

softly the old wolf whimpers as he dreams
vaguely remembering hunting long ago
racing over hillsides, splashing through the streams
running in the rain, plunging into snow

seizing prey in triumph as he hears their screams
never fighting nature, going with the flow

life no longer what it was, nothing left but dreams.

1 comment:

J said...

Mother Wolf remembers too

Memories the fall wind brings
As fresh blood rides within its gusts
Muted the journey clasped in the breeze
Drops like dew as the cub howls and feasts
Instilling warrior spirits into the new beast
Who teases and nibbles while mother sings
Soft and tender “Antebellum” cusps