Amid the Trees

In the glades, amid the trees,
Where moonlight falls dappled green;
Through oak and elm Wolf treads;
Comes to taste the ice-cold stream;
Water sparkles where it spills
Thirst quenched, Wolf stands
Silent, stilled.

On four silver paws he treads
Leaving dampened marks behind
And the sheer beauty of his sweet form
Leaves other creatures blind
As he gathers breath to run, Ah to run!

Let the forest sing his name
Will he ever again whisper mine?
Let the stars unfold to him and to me
That our futures are entwined;
And if his quiet call I heard,
I would run the whole night through
Or for him wait, where forest borders lake,
There to stand moonlit by his moonlit side
Fur to skin and flank to flank
As in each others' gaze we drank
My Wolf, my Candle, my Love, my Light.

[Note: This was inspired by a poem whose author I can't recall, but who
I acknowledge - if you think it sounds like I cribbed it from something of
yours, please get in touch!]



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