Art Poem Poem by Kate Meyer

Territory,
Protect,
Pine,
Safe,
Pack,
Mother (goddess) Luna, guide us
Chill
Soft grass against our paws
Crisp
Air good for tracking,
for finding
Rabbit.
Prey, end life blood with our claws,
Shred with our teeth

Pack: Drift, small ear
Movement; an enemy
Growl
Scare away, begin the chase,
no…
On the ridge,
home,
Mother moon,
forest,
home,
prey here.
Heart beating
Exhilarating
Good
PACK.

Slice of Protectors light,
Cutting through the trees.
Pathway, trail, to follow
Human.
Deeper into the trees;
Finally a clearing,
light pushing back the darkness of the trees.
A gentle breeze blows,
Carrying the scent of the pine in its slightly cold fingers,
Safe to rest at last, alone,
No not alone.

Pairs of eyes are watching,
waiting.
Three wolves standing on the hill,
observing the clearing in silence.
Neither party moving towards another.
Another minute passes of this,
suddenly the alpha of the pack raises its head
and gives a short howl at the trees.
The other two join in the call,
then one by one they turn away.
Disappearing back into the depth wood,
without a trace.