Wolf Love
The night settled in
an old comfortable friend
blanketing everything
Wolfs course hair kept him warm
from October air and winter storms
but he felt no urge to sing
His yellow eyes glinted
from the flat black
entrance of his den.
He knew that he would return
but he hadn't planned on when
Wolf was accustomed to the worn path
where he often liked to tread
He stepped beyond his concealed home
but did not raise his head
He began his journey through the trees
knowing where his paws would lead
but wolf was not the same...
No puffy chested bachelor any more!
He had met a dame...
A bitch they say
He snorted.
Steam trailed back along his face
like a train from much older days.
There was no trot, no bounce
no lively spring
to his tired pace.
Wolf simply made his quiet way
to a secret private place.
Something was wrong inside his heart
where once it had been content,
now he found a space.
She'd ran with him,
on mountain slopes
of green and shades of grey
scraping the very sky it seemed
in the fullness of the day.
He remembered how their voices echoed
cutting through the night.
They'd rolled entwined in fallen leaves.
They'd grabbed each others necks to please
such friendly, trusting bites
He was no fool and understood
the space he had inside.
His heart had moved, making room
for another one beside
Wolf was heading for that perch
where for a while they'd sang.
"Maybe I am obsessed." He thought
doing everything he could
to ignore the pain
this love had wrought.
Still his paws kept closing distance
in his heart was no resistance
heading for that place,
they liked to play
His tight stomach growled and turned
another thought inside him burned
He could have gone a different way
into the vale and to that farm
to eat that rooster who liked to crow,
greetings
at the start of every day
Wolf didn't even turn his head
he was off for higher ground.
He tested the air for her scent
but not a single hint was found.
Wolf hoped perhaps the wind was wrong
and tuned his ears to hear her song
then for higher ground he went
up and up, and on
He spotted prints they'd left
on warmer nights before
and for a while he walked with them
searching for even more.
Impressions in the earth
His mind was fixed on She Wolf
and the days when they had played.
Deer were near Wolf did not care
and continued on his way.
He longed to hear her howls again
rising up with his.
In the still night air free of care
that's where his heart
at first had lived
Lonely aching desperation
urged him up and on,
traversing slopes of rolling foothills
to the mountain just beyond.
He thought about their deep night love
and not the narrowing trail.
Up and up and on and on
all rubble and shale
soft earth was gone.
Wolfs feet were sure
and would not fail
up he went, and on
Now Wolf could smell her,
where she'd scraped a single birch
leaving her
She Wolf fur.
He took a breath
and savoured her scent,
like the finest wine
from the finest vine.
He left his mark in the dark,
recollected
then on he went
Obsessive desire drove him on
the need to find her
and fill his heart
with more than just the haunted dreams
that tainted all his memories.
He knew now that it wasn't far
over a spur into a vale,
then up the incline just beyond.
Beneath the stars he made his way
listening for her eerie song.
Wolf bent his concentration
wanting for his destination,
thought about her She Wolf love
and broke into a hungry run.
Panting and panting
running and panting,
ever closer to that place
where his heart had moved for her
and left for her a space.
Then there it was,
above.
Their stage!
That naked outcrop where they'd sang
and their love engaged.
Wolfs heart pined and ached.
They'd loved beneath this sky
but She Wolf did not take the stage.
His head hung low once again
Wolf exhaled and let out a sigh,
where summer love had once been made.
Defeated,
Wolf sought his comfort
from the shoulder of the mountain side,
beneath an overhang of sorts,
that sill would let him hide.
Sleep is all he wanted now.
Sleep until he died.
There was nothing Wolf could do.
He could not lie.
His heart had moved,
making room
for She Wolfs right beside.
Slowly and with dark despair
he sought that overhang,
to sleep where they once had paired
on summer nights and sang
Then...like windy thoughts
the wind itself had changed.
Wolf raised his head,
now intent.
Wind had told him everything
and to that bed he went!
Howling! Howling!
Howling to the moon!
Knowing that his love was there
and that he would be there soon.
and so they met
with bites on necks
and mingled yips and yipes.
There his heart had moved for love
and there they spent the night.
On mountain side he met his bride,
perched above the world below.
There they danced loves sweet dance
staging for their night romance,
where only they would know.
Moons melting yellow light
touched everything with them.
She Wolf He Wolf sang in turn,
and then they loved again.
Loving love and making love
a true love to the end.
Wolf knew that his heart had moved
but hers had moved as well
and now they danced forever,
where both their hearts could dwell.
and all should howl
their hearts desire.
Find your love and love.
Shine with that internal fire,
out past the stars and so much higher.
Life is short.
the wolves cavort.
Howl at the moon!!!
Roosty!!