A wolf howls;

A haunting, evocative, masterful sound;

Echoing through the mists and wooded ground;

Vibrant and strong, the soliloquy of Nature's own;

Making her presence known.

A wolf sits;

Poised, eloquent, still as breath;

Luxurious silver fur, a picture of health;

Senses piqued, master of timing and stealth;

Beauty in strength.

A wolf runs;

A rhythmic, three-beat, earthy sound;

Galloping at speed, never floudering;

Ears cupped, heart pounding;

On her way home.

A wolf rests;

Playing with her pups, watching, teaching;

Nose glistening, sensing, listening;

Perceiving Nature's code with innate wisdom;

Protecting her own.

Sue Cartwright

Spiral Leaf