A forest of Spruce and Hemlock
\nLay behind me
\nBreak up on its way through
\nThe snow gray
\nHard packed with the sun
\nAbout emerging
\nAnd there in front of me
\nA wolf did lay<\/p>\n
In one of George’s traps
\nSet some days earlier
\nHe died alas from a heart attack
\nAnd he
\nClearly would not be coming backAgain in this life anyways
\nAnd so the wolf I thought
\nI need to free<\/p>\n
A mother her teats swollen
\nWith rich infant milk
\nI guessed her cubs
\nWere not that far away
\nShe had been after
\nA kill to feed the family
\nAnd got caught up
\nA couple of toes I’d say<\/p>\n
Clearly in a state of some
\nRambunctiousness, she snarled
\nHer canines white as driven snow
\nEnduring all the pain
\nAnd clearly thinking
\nAbout the cubs probably lying low<\/p>\n
I’d been prospecting gold
\nIn those hills yonder
\nAnd to come upon a lady in distress
\nWolf fur is a valuable commodity
\nA sun swept sky as blue as blue
\nNo less<\/p>\n
Clearly she was frustrated
\nAnd her anger
\nYou just knew if she could
\nGet her teeth in me
\nI wouldnt stand an earthly
\nShe could take my head clean off
\nShe had a ghoulish growl
\nIntrinisically<\/p>\n
Her rawness was deep seated
\nIngrained in her soul
\nIndicative of wildness
\nAnd being in control
\nThere was no way I dare free her
\nHer state of mind was strong
\nEach time she pulled it pained her so
\nAnd I knew it would be wrong<\/p>\n
The cubs had to be close by
\nTrapped there yea two days
\nSo the cubs would still be
\nOut there somewhere
\nHoping they could see
\nTheir mother
\nI should try and find them
\nSnow still soft around
\nI guessed i would follow
\nHer trail a bit first
\nTo see what could be found<\/p>\n
She was big and strong and ready
\nHer connectedness was fine
\nClearly she was so concerned
\nHer maternal clannish line
\nConstant and unchanging
\nI decided that I should try
\nAnd go and find some food for her
\nSomething quite close by<\/p>\n
I found a deer she may have slaughtered
\nHoled up in a rock
\nFreshly frosen took my knife
\nAnd carved away the hock
\nHer hostility was evident
\nWhen i brought the leg and gave
\nHer to build her strength up
\nAnd her sharp teeth she did lock<\/p>\n
Hard down on tHe gristle
\nTearing through the meat
\nGrinding down on the frozen bone
\nClearly she did greet
\nThe want of food inside of her
\nI guess this was something new
\nWith no standard of comparison
\nWhat else could she do<\/p>\n
Meanwhile I could realise
\nIf she got my arm
\nShe would rip it clean off
\nIn that way to be calm
\nAnd collected in her frenzied state
\nTook a lot out of me
\nBut she certainly devoured the food
\nWith a fervour to get free<\/p>\n
The night was drawing down on us
\nIt is this way out there
\nI decided to get some hemlock branches
\nAnd make myself a lair
\nA bed and sleep close by her
\nSo she could get to see
\nThat I was close enough to her
\nAnd she was close to me<\/p>\n
There in an extreme vastness
\nA superabundance there
\nAn eminence and grandness
\nThat is hard to compare
\nWide-ranging snd far reaching
\nAn overwhelming deal
\nTranscending ideology
\nShe unashamedly did reveal<\/p>\n
A sovereignty a majesty
\nA magickal desire
\nThough she was trapped
\nAnd I was free
\nShe ensconced and higher
\nIn her own integrity
\nUntouched and unaffected
\nBy her incapacity<\/p>\n
I decided i would
\nGo and find her family
\nMake tracks there
\nThe pink and purple skies beyond
\nBy now perhaps despair
\nWas setting in that mother
\nMight not be coming back
\nThe well regulated order
\nCould be under attack <\/p>\n
I talked to her and told her
\nI was off to find them, she
\nShould realise I knew a thing or two
\nAnd they would be
\nSomewhere’s close I reckoned
\nAnd she should show me where
\nGive me an inclination
\nWhich I could somewhow share<\/p>\n
I set out up the ridge aways
\nInto the forest where
\nI followed her trail
\nIt was very cold and I was so aware
\nThe need was now to find them
\nAnd return with them so she
\nCould realise and be satisfied
\nThat they were all safe with me<\/p>\n
A half a mile or so along
\nUp a rock strewn slope
\nSheltered by a huge great Spruce
\nA den wbich I could cope
\nCubs are shy and cautious
\nWildness teaches they
\nMust remain in silence
\nFor thats the wild wolves way<\/p>\n
Pretending to be their mother
\nMy howl was very high
\nQuietly reassurring
\nWith a tendency to cry
\nIt worked four furry babies
\nSuddenly were there
\nDesperate and hungry
\nAnd, very aware<\/p>\n
I scooped them up
\nAnd put them in my burlap bag
\nAnd I
\nScrambled back to their mother
\nWho stood erect
\nTo share
\nTheir scent no doubt
\nShe made a plaintive whine
\nAnd clearly knew
\nHer cubs were safe and sound
\nAnd I was back with her
\nA view<\/p>\n
She seemingly just took on board
\nI let them go and they were
\nSupping at her nipples
\nIn the cold light of the day
\nYou could feel the ardour
\nThe slurping of their lips
\nAnd I could feel a sea change
\nIn her countenance that tips
\nThe balance in my feelings
\nAnother night I’d be
\nSpending close to wild wolves
\nAnd their continuity<\/p>\n
Deciding in the morning
\nTo free her just to be
\nAble just to take the plunge
\nHer personality
\nApparently was calmer
\nA conformity of thought
\nMy confidence had been growing
\nNothing would have taught<\/p>\n
Me how to go about this
\nTo be obligated to
\nA mother and her offspring
\nYouthfulness anew
\nPropitious and providential
\nMomentous and opportune
\nI let her go and she licked me
\nPivotal and in tune<\/p>\n
In my heart of hearts
\nI imagined she would take her cubs and go
\nBut her foot was clearly very sore
\nAnd she came to me to show
\nA primordial attraction
\nAn authorship of care
\nAn underlying thoughtfulness
\nAnd of this I was aware<\/p>\n
I followed them I had to
\nThey wanted me to and I
\nNeeded to, for several hours
\nAnd she would turn around to see
\nThat I was keeping up with them
\nTheir guardianship and all
\nTheir lineage their ancestry
\nI remember it felt so cool<\/p>\n
We came upon a clearing
\nA meadow good and green
\nWild flowers dotted everywhere
\nSomewhere I knew she had been
\nAnd there just in the distance shapes
\nComing our way
\nA pack of some nine wild souls
\nHer family group at play<\/p>\n
She must have told the story
\nFor they welcomed me and I
\nRealised their proximity
\nUnderneath the sky
\nEncountering their warm breaths
\nEyeball to eyeball they
\nAt no great distance bade farewell
\nAnd were gone just gone away<\/p>\n
4 years after our farewell
\nI returned there once again
\nI saw the trap i had left up in the trees
\nAnd I felt their pain
\nI went up to the meadow
\nAnd I gave my howling cry
\nAnd after a while
\nShe came to me
\nWe had breached that void
\nAnd why<\/p>\n
The borderlands the frontier
\nThe esoteric void
\nThe extra sensory transference
\nIts more than celluloid
\nIts the consciousness the insight
\nThe fluidity of soul
\nDeliberative and reflective
\nThe most moving of role<\/p>\n
We both looked at each other
\nFriends yes I can say
\nEquals on this mortal coil
\nRespect was had that day
\nA perfect confirmation
\nOur mission statement one
\nConfirming we would be life long friends
\nUndeneath the sun.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
A forest of Spruce and Hemlock Lay behind me Break up on its way through The snow gray Hard packed with the sun About emerging And there in front of me A wolf did lay In one of George’s traps … Continue reading