The Watcher Deep Within

The Watcher The watcher watches from deep within the forest as a I walk down the trail. He is silently treading along the path above where I am. My skin is on edge the feeling of being watched raises the hair on my arms and back of my neck. He dashes in front of my path, reveling a beautiful grey wolf. I realize this wolf has haunted my dreams. He beckons me to follow and I do. I see he takes me deeper into the forest. to a big giant oak which is his din. His pups were within. He showed me his dedication to his family. As he played whimsically with the pups. As a I walked away from the den I realized one thing remains. Family. The importants of family. That is what stuck in my heart. There nothing can ever take the place of family.