Wolf Song

By Ami E. Bowen aka Skayda

Warmth, secure, content

My first emotions

Cuddled against soft fur, warm milk drips between my teeth

Secure in the knowlege

That I am safe

Content

The song of the pack is my lullaby, singing me to sleep

Gaurding me from harm

I am little

I am frail

But I shall grow

Playful balls of soft fuzz and sharp teeth tug on me

I roll around and play

Nipping and mock-growling

At my playmates

Preparing for life in the midst of fun

I sniff the wind

The hunters have returned

Howl of antisipation

bark of welcome

I am still little

I am still frail

But I shall learn

Raw meat tastes heavenly

I cannot chew it yet

Mother helps me

Soft, tepid blood taste within my mouth

Leaves me craving for more

But the hunters have eaten it all

Gorged themselves

I look about and see the others

My age or a bit older

Mother helps them too

I curl up against her warm body

Close my eyes

The night is cold but I am warm

I am still little

I am still frail

But I shall grow

I stand before a still pool

Gazing at my reflection

In the water

Beautiful eyes of gold stare back at me

Unblinking

Thoughtful

Content

I listen to the song

The song of the wilderness

Filling me

I snuggle close to my mate and care for my little ones

Seasons pass

The song of the pack lulls my young to sleep

I join the song now

My turn to protect

I am no longer little

I am no longer frail

I have grown

I have learned

I hear the wolfsong