The Wolf Cries
The
Eagle soars
With somber eyes
The Wolf Watches
And cries
The winds find her voice
Lifts it from the shadowy forest
On warm, pine scented breezes
Far above despair
She listens
No reply.
The Owl
and Buffalo join her
Sending their voices on high
Together they wait - listening
In the strange quiet
Still
No reply.
The Deer
and Fox soon join them
Their voices spiraling up and up
Carried by heather scented winds
Unseen
To places they once roamed
Freely
Forgotten days
Silenced
No
Reply.
The air
Grows quiet
As the ground hardens
Winter's chill is upon them now
The rivers and valleys
Seem vague
Not friendly
So
Still.
Separately
They take their leave - pausing
Looking back as if to say
Will we see you tomorrow
How many winters
How many springs
How many falls
Will summer bring?
The Wolf Cries
Copyright © Lyn Murray | Year Posted 2014
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