Of Demons and Wolves
Far above the ice and Snow
An Eagle circles waters blue
Wolves are silent as they run
While talons grasp a Salmon's scaly skin.
The twilight Shadow; wolf growling heard.
Prey is scarce, the earth is hard.
The meadow. The brook. In Forest realm.
A glint on Snow forms stories old.
The hunt; circling. The Stag now knows.
With hunger pangs and snapping maws;
The chase. The turn. The leap to throat. . .
Red eyes in twilight as the wolves do feast!
The moon is high where the wolves have stopped.
An Owl swoops down to then next perch.
Exchanges, leanings, teaching what?
A wolf starts howling in the cold Moonlight.
Copyright © Erik Spector | Year Posted 2014
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