eyes like embers
in the night
smelling jackrabbits
in the forest
lying on cool rocks
in the sun
rolling on trapper's
rancid scent
romping field mice
in the grass
raising dens of young
in the rocks
marking territories
of safety
telling Coyote tales
of bravery
choiring solemn songs
to the moon
the Wolf holds my soul.
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