| Wolf up in the highnesses he prowls padding the soft snow pacing pacing pacing footprints lead to a hole in the mountain where his she-wolf gluts on his care for her she is his wholeness his being centres round her alone snuggling in her fur at night against the cold the glances of humans so called fear of him in the day he hunts eyes sharp for potential prey gripped by fear in snow while she stirs her brood bloodwarm with affection waiting for his rearrival at the exit she hears his howl of recognition the bond of the voiced love they share shaking the hearts of strangers in wild empty places and in log cabins she shivers free of snow and childlappings and replies with the chilling call of her heart to his as night falls like gentle snow in a petrified landscape TonyHamid2 March 2016 |