Wolf Spirit

Wolf Spirit,

you came me me in dreams,

with three white sisters.

They held back,

while you came forward,

nudged your nose against my knee,

in trust, in respect,

as my wolf-pup used to do.

I offered you a bowl of milk,

which you accepted,

dipping your head to drink,

and then you left,

back into the greenwoods.

I woke, knowing you will

travel with me now, 

forever, in my heart,

along with my black wolf,

who perhaps sent you

to tell of his transformation

into spirit,

perhaps to say goodbye.

for Hannahs prompt at Real Toads: Totem Animals