Keeitai

I am White Cloud, chief of an Algonquin tribe in Maine This is a dedication to my pup “Keeitai” memories I retain I forward myself, I shall speak of the meeting of Keeitai As a young brave, striving manhood, I was sent to the forest alone With bow in hand I could be a man with-in my fathers’ eye Mother Grizzly protecting her young, kills mama wounds dad A timber wolf cries to the sky, howling my wife has died I follow as he leads me to his den; the beginning of the end The fresh earth smells of death,4 baby pups given to the Spirit The whimper in the blackness of death a pup had survived Keeitai Never before had I heard such sorrowful baying, as his father died. To be Continued Dedicated to Au Poivre my Shepherd, my Puppy for 17 years