WOLF'S DIARY by the pain i felt i knew this wound was real all fever bullet swift of maddening aim it lodged my heart all ripe with wildness-youth to put me forever beneath the tons of snow i once leapt across my mate behind me how we thought we could uncover the hunter's traps with our nostrils and not get hurt we were young and cubless enjoying our freedom boundless and uninhibited as now she weeps over me not understanding the arrow of hate that pierces only that i'm motionless and not responding to her nudgings and melancholy lament she cries that we won the battle of winter's frost but lost to something so much colder it cut me down in the wildness of my youth i sunk in my weakness beside our den    spilling the last of my life in a frenzied circle, and my mate was the last thing I saw when my eyes closed out this Earth I heard her poignant howl searching the blustering wind for my lingering scent partially covered now in new fallen snow and she could not hear what I wept back from the Spirit World all that I could not answer for her yet knowing one day she will join me in this heavenly romp my blood spilled not for a cause she licks with stabbing grief the remains of me so in the Artic stillness, I died never to see nor know of the unborn cubs inside her only knowing one day they will join me in this heavenly romp with her but for now she must teach them when they're born to live to the fullest their wildness-youth and know that their father would have been proud of their stature and defiance - - taste the snow my little ones, know that I was there deep inside the heart of your mother so a little piece of me is left behind for you to see in her how i wish i could lick you and chase you in your wildness-youth what can i tell you keep safe through your journey and when death finally claims your body and your spirit is freed, fear not, for we join forever then, all of us, in our wildness-youth






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