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.
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