With Wolves

Walking through the forest with the wolves
Hunting is completed for the day
Silently we move amongst the trees,
Ghosts, the barest hint of passing grey.

Now is not the time for howling song.

Now is time to find a resting place
Renewing bonds within our family
The sun climbs as we fade without a trace

Free from nightly calling of the moon,

Bellies full and ready for our sleep.
Silently we slip into the trees.
Beyond the place where rivers run most deep.

© 2011  Pam H. Murray