Lost
In the forest no one hears
my footsteps crunching in the snow.
Here I walk with my
winter fur keeping me warm.
I am growing very tired
searching for my pack.
For I got lost chasing prey
and was left behind.
Sorrow fills my heart as I howl in the wind.
But the wind is strong and fades my voice.
I can no longer make it in the snow.
When in the distance I hear a howl.
Someone or something has heard me cry.
I pull all my strength to go and greet them.
My mate is first to greet me
I am happy for now.
Until that day the Great Spirit
takes me down the path.
I am happy to find my pack.
Copyright ©2001 Melissa Dempsey
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