Wolf Eyes --

There, in the water, I see

my eyes, wolf eyes hanging

in my face, searching

out the hunt, tracking

through the snow with subtle wilderness, lured

by the half-moon calling

me through the woods, trees

bending over

the path -- my gait is a wolf gait, my

friends are

my pack, we know

each other when we meet, we

swallow our pride

to keep together, we

are the alpha, the beta, the gamma, we

take care

of our surroundings, support

our home, it is

in the hills we

find our instinct, our

muzzles close to the ground, we

transform

our human selves, hair growing, muscles

stretching, we

cry out

for our intimate longing in the night, we howl

with

close calls

and long days, we

are

certain of who we are, we

lap at the water,

there, our

reflection sure and

cool, our

hearts pulsing with an

arcane

knowledge of our own . . .

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