sberendt

The howl goes up, My blood goes cold, I will run with the wolves, Before I'm too old. I watch the pack streak down the hill, Grab my coat and out the door, I run to meet them, Mind full of old wolf lore. A bark and a nod, A space in the pack, I join their hunt, Without looking back. We frighten a deer, And begin to chase, Catch it and feast, Raw meat and blood on my face. When it is over, I return to my home, A head full of memories, To take to my tomb. And for just one night, I knew true freedom, Running with the wolves, In nature's kingdom.