Wolfsong

 

In these days of floods and fire,

hope just may be

a mother wolf and her small cubs

walking along the shore

at dusk.

As darkness settles around them,

they tip back their heads and sing:

sweet baby howls filling our hearts

with tenderness and the possibility

of a better tomorrow.

for earthweal's open link. My friend Chris lives in a floathouse up the inlet. These past few evenings, she has thrilled to the sound of these baby wolf howls, too sweet for words. We have to keep this world alive, for all the small beings, human and non-human, who deserve a future.