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Wolf Moon

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Wolf Moon

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The wolf cries

For food, for family

For companionship

The monogamous wolf

Who knows companionship

Who knows a mate

And family

And food

And wonders why the Earth

Is barren

Crying for itself

And for its mate and family

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Crying for its mate and family

And for the barren Earth

That the community

Knows and tells,

It wasn’t always this way

There was plenty

And a law

For every living thing

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Some nights

What might the Earth and wolf do

But cry

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C L Couch

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I thank Judith Nilan (https://stonefireblog.com/) for the inspiration.

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Photo by Marek Szturc on Unsplash

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Wolf Gang

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Wolf Gang

(winter song)

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Up and down

The streets at night

Back and forth

Across the city

We go for what we want

We don’t care about

The human race

Except as a resource

For the things

We need

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It’s winter time,

Our favorite time

We take what we need

You could wish

For a gang as this

Keep wishing

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We owe no one anything

We take what

Evolution dictates

Our strength

Is a number, only

Each of us

Would rather be alone

As our howl sings

At the break of day

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We are wolves

We are alone

We haunt

The human mind

We break apart

To make each one

A scoundrel of the day

Then we sleep

We sleep long hours

Then when

The weakling day is done

We wake up to

The power of night

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And none of this

Is true

We are families

And our power’s for

Our children

And the pack

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We mate for life

We do not wander

Unless the food is far away

You might fear us

We need our teeth and jowls

And a howl that sings

We know you’re there

We sing

To each other

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What we want

Is life together

You ruin all our seasons

In the land

Sometimes

When you can’t hear,

We also cry to Earth

To punish you

And save us

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C L Couch

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This is a response to a prompt: https://wyrdwordsandeffigies.wordpress.com/2021/01/17/write-yourself-awake-wyrd-creative-writing-prompts/.  Katie writes fantastically about winter and folklore, self-awareness and the growth of self.  The prompt is for the season, and there are many good cues there from which to choose.  An opportunity to express (and thus enhance) creative health in winter.

https://wyrdwordsandeffigies.wordpress.com/

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Photo by Chris Henry on Unsplash

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Willow, on Three Legs

Willow, on Three Legs

Willow, on three legs—
A wolf, one leg ruined
In a trap

Willow protected now
In sanctuary

We had a feline with
Three legs, one leg
Caught in a trap

She was purebred,
And the vet reasoned
That, once marred in
The trap, the cat
Could not be shown
For ribbons and so
Was discarded

My sister gave the
Siamese an exotic
Name, Scheherazade
(“Shahrazad,” the teller
Of one thousand plus
One tales, the tyrant’s
Wife who lives), and
For seventeen years
We lived with her

She was a gentle cat
Except for one trait:
She was the best
Birder in the cat pride
We kept then

Tragedy turned cat-
Happy life (well, not
So much for certain
Birds): Well done!

Well told,
Scheherazade

May Willow live as
Happily and as whole

(Willow introduced
To me, as with so
Many things, on PBS)

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