Mother Wolf, On Waking

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As I wake,
my whiskers twitch,
my nose catches the scent 
of morning,
of the earth stirring,
of creatures
in the bush.
My ravening stomach 
tells me
it is time to hunt
for breakfast.

What are these strange
appurtenances,
dangling from my body,
which is so strangely upright
and lumbering?

My young are crowded
around the table,
looking at me,
needing so much.
I am tied to them,
caught in this world
by invisible snares,
of love, responsibility,
duty and protection,
so why
do I  long to flee
into the deep dark 
wild and western
wilderness,
never to be 
tamed 
again?

At Toads, for Fireblossom Friday, Shay invites us to write as if we are an animal trapped inside a human body. Since my lifetime has been all about responsibility and putting others' needs before my own, I definitely relate at times to Mother Wolf, just wanting to lope wild and free through places with No People :) Check out the other way-cool shares over at Toads. They are amazing. Great challenge, Shay.