A Story in Haiku: The Dwellings of a Wolf
Out of the Sandbox February 7, 2016Oak creeks, mellow mood,
A stream rushes, blue of hue,
Trees dwell, the dark wood.
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Fangs bared, anger felt,
Furrowed fur, claws dug in deep,
Wolf of gray-white pelt.
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Baby defended,
Other wolves deflected,
A win for the pack.
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Now, sun rises east,
The days travels begin, new,
Sights, smells, tastes, feelings.
All led to one point,
The scared baying of a lamb,
A nice feast for wolves.
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With night on the rise,
Time to howl at the light,
Bring in the new day.
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One wolf peers ahead,
Not part of the pack, alone,
He hangs close behind.
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Ever silent stares,
Lone wolf yearns for the pack,
New days bring no luck.
It is about the journey. It is about the path and the people, the word and the truth. The journey ends somewhere, and it is your choice where it ends. Alone, as the lone wolf? Together as the pack? It is a choice we all must make, but no matter what choice one saunters off to, nature will always send you a full moon.
Header photo by Brett (flickr creative commons)
Originally published March 15, 2015.
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