We Are the Wolves
Little Wolf is my spirit guide; she keeps me loyal.
To the pack, the family, the tribe; I pledge allegiance.
We hunt together, my pack and I.
Auntie Summer is hot; she keeps us down in the day time.
One watches the pups while the rest of us sleep.
The pup watcher sleeps at night while we hunt.
I am sure the pups sleep too; but pup watcher is hypervigilant.
One snapped twig, and she will fight to the death.
Our prey this evening is an elderly cow.
He has wandered off, and is disoriented.
We chase him down, it will not be long now.
I can feel his terror, and it thrills me.
I sit back and howl in a proud way.
Father Moon gives me a heads up nod.
I am the wolf; we are the wolves.
The pups will eat well tomorrow!
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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