In the wild Canadian north
the winter wolf howls in the night.
ghostlike from behind the skeleton trees
in the frozen winter Forrest
her belly lies close to the earth
hearing the drumbeat
of those of her pack long past.
hearing her mothers heartbeat
as when she lay in her womb.
The frozen air catches
the edges of her fur
still, she lies silent.
and unnoticed
Her white coat as pure as the snow
providing her survival stealth
and camouflage
patiently awaiting her prey
for the cubs in her belly will
be fed this night
it is the way of the wilds
something must die
in order for her to live
she must die protecting her young
for they are the tomorrows
of her lineages.
She is but the vessel
that will take them there.
Blue eyes as cold as ice
awaiting her prey.
Awaiting her future
Awaiting her destiny