Night-Walking...
Soft gray fur
beneath my fingertips...
Air so cold,
see my breath leave my lips...
Full white moon,
too bright against the black,
shines down on
two separate sets of tracks...
Crunching snow
under my deer-skin boots...
His whimper,
the wild he feels blooms...
A hand out
to stroke behind his ear...
He comes back
as soft cries fill the air...
We listen,
both silent, still and keen...
He leads me;
A baby too young to ween...
Skin so white,
it shimmers in the night...
Lift her up,
Her body seems too light...
I look 'round;
her mother isnt close...
She shivers,
I tuck her in my clothes...
As I walk
my wolf friend by my side,
the baby girl,
finally opens her eyes...
A soft growl
as I fill up with dread...
She I held
was one with eyes colored
Red.
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