Wado Pointed Ears
My dear friend I keep you often in my mind
You guided me to my native path
Dancing with me through feilds of time
Where to an Elder I have talked at last
To find what might be my truer name
Though Red Pony I hold close as
She runs through my hearts flame
Red Pony flying through the fields of wheat
Painted hand prints on her cheeks
A warrior and lover who fights when true
Not a battle could be lost between I and you
Fox tails swish through thick forests trees
I peer through amber lenses and you peer back at me
Wado I speak into pointed ears
A wolf brother stands where a fox had appeared
Mingled tails meet as they greet one another
Waiting for the name to be spoken from an elder.
Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2013
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