feral dignity –

wolves bark, bay, howl, nuzzle, strain at the stars

their ironfooted machinery a Refuge

for blood and Tears a lone grey animal

thoughtful with

a winsome Smile his large paws

padding in the Snow – Why

should we follow in

his Steps, there beneath the Clouds

his gentle Wisdom

supple as the leaves whispering in the Air calling

to Us to breathe with Him

and bend Our

muzzle to the ice licking cold Water in the Summer sun? --