Dec 03

The Wolf's Call

Eyes alert and unblinking
In the silence of the frosty winter moon.
Deep eyes with a curious twinkle in them.
Serious and wise beyond your years.
Your sleek gray fur gleamed in the starlight
Your black nose wet.
I raised my hand 
You came to my hand as I lowered it.
Your cold nose rubbed against my palm.
Imaginary streaks of black smeared in designs.
Then your eyes glinted red in the moonlight.
You turned to leave
But before you reached the darkness of the forest 
You stared me in the eyes
And howled.
Chills ran down my back.
Shivers quaked through my body
A beautiful, natural sound that left me feeling as if I could fly.
You left as suddenly as you appeared.
Leaving my fragile heart in your wake.
Your paw prints
silent and dainty in the white snowfall.
The dark forest swallowed you up.
But I still felt the magic
Of when you had called to me.

About the Author: LadyMidnight
"There is nothing to writing. All you have to do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed." - Ernest Hemmingway