Xin yue Zhou and her wolves

A guiltlessness
An inoffensiveness
A state of Grace
An odour of pure sanctity
Integrity in place
Truly understanding
The spirit of the wild
Canis lupus lupus
Almost as a child
The distinction of an elder
An admirable display
Solemnity and dignity
The order of the day

The chemistry and mettle
A responsiveness that will
Come out of the instinct
Appreciate and spill
An ardour and a agitation
From the wild heart to the soul
Mouth to mouth in savagery
And a true means to control

Intense breathless and eager
With overwhelming care
A fire within the belly
That’s altogether rare
vital and vivacious
Alive to such hot breaths
A tenderness wrapped up in lust
And the odour of new deaths

She is as one both wild and strong
A Mongolian attitude
Like tinder in a forest raw
With a wind outside so rude
Her courage is enormous
Her fearlessness you feel
Resolute and powerful
And very very real

The wolves they sense her very self
Her essence it be real
Her wistfulness her yearning
It’s what gives the appeal
She gets my admiration
For the knowledge and the charm
And she is always with them
And neither come to harm