Wolf Spirit

She sat alone,quietly
basking for a moment
in the metallic rays
of the full,ripe moon
The She wolf became part
of an ancient ritual with
The Old Man in the Moon
He gazed lovingly at his muse
As her night songs pierced through
the core of his melancholy soul
On the other side two ears perk up
Each time hearing her distant cry
Their call and response goes on
Till she allows him by her side
Through out the ages her spell and mystery
have captivated the romantic and the lonely
But now her fierce strength and indomitable spirit
are but folklore as are the wise people who shared
their love of the land and their fate
with the wolf-spirit and her kind
Both never to be seen again.