Call me wild moon, forest etching night's clearing....
glow ghosting silence-wide eyes,
blurring frost fur paths
feralled ancient....
Do you recall our Mother?
Call me memory, scaling tidal pools,
breathing green water
bubbling melted granite....
death birth ice knell
tolling, beckoning,
rending convergence.
Brother Human,
call me Wolf.
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