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
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