Little Wolf Meets Little Wolf
Little Wolf met her namesake this week at Apache festival with her brother.
They were together all week, running from one booth to another
Can we keep him? She asked her father, a chief and her mother.
I will keep him at my house, offered her giving grandmother.
Little Wolf, wolves need to stay in their packs, and run free.
You would not want your companion to be sad, you see.
Give him your best wishes, and he will visit from time to time.
But no one can truly say a wild animal “is mine”.
They parted ways, Little Wolf and Little Wolf, kindred souls.
But they always remembered they had likewise goals.
Connecting during star hours in their deep sleep.
Without making a sound, not even a peep.
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