The Cry Of The Lonesome Wolf

With pine trees in array,
she steps quietly out from her lair,
into the silence of the night.
Full crested moon, moves into sight,
helping yield her way.
Her fur, gray, soft, silky, warm,
well groomed. Shining, glimmering, showing her
sleekness in the moon light.
Her breath when exhaled, visible,
from the coolness lingering well into the night.
She climbs her steep rock, once again, like
many times before.
Once topped, she perches herself there.
With her head tipped back, her nose facing the
starry sky,
the cry of the lonesome wolf commences.
Enchanting, mono toned howling, heard, echoing,
piercing through out the stillness of the night.
Searching frantically for her mate.
Hoping he is near enough, to hear her plea.
Listening intently, with ears perked, erect,
straining, longing to hear, his response to her.
She howls once again, with more urgency
in her pitch.
Off at a distance, she hears him,
answering her plea.
She awaits with anticipation.
once found, he nudges her, rubs against her,
sniffing her familiar scent, and she him.
Tails wag in unison.
Frolicking, licking, nipping,
two long lost lovers, once again reunited.
Consummating their love, devotion,
until both sated, completed as one,
once again.
As they lie side by side, panting,
no longer can you hear the cry
of the lonesome wolf.

2/29/2000
Used with permission by.. Dkbtimbo@aol.com AKA MeuAmor

Running With The Wind

Frigidness in the air,
darkness befalls.
Snow covered mountains,
full moon crested,
they run side by side,
by the moonlight.
Their breath visible,
when exhaled.
Running With The Wind.

They have known each other
since they were pups.
Their spirits, always,
connected,
their minds, their souls.
They have frolicked,
in the snow of winter,
flowers of spring,
the grass of summer.
Never have they been separated.
Running With The Wind.

Their love growing,
year after year, as they both
reached, matured, into adulthood.
Leaving their pack,
to start one of their own.
Their love making,
reaching fevered pitch,
as she became in heat.
Impregnating her, with their
first consummation.
Running With The Wind.

Him, finding a den,
for her, and his awaiting family,
yet inside her belly.
A cave to protect her from the
elements, and their pups as well,
when born.
He sniffs carefully the den,
making sure no other predators
has marked this den as theirs,
he signals her to follow,
when he senses all is clear.
He is her protector, provider,
his life long companion,
his soul mate.
Running With The Wind.
Spirits of the wolf,
we are calling to thee,
as her pups begin to come into
this world.
Bless each one, guide them,
to become strong, good hunters.
May their spirits also,
run free,
and they too,
always..............
Running With The Wind.

08/14/2000
Dkbtimbo@aol.com AKA
MeuAmor