I come to two legs,,,,,,I rest my weary back,,against my MIGHTY OAK,,,I am very tired lately,,,,,everything is moving fast,,life is short,,and I,,,,see in slow motion,,I miss a lot of things,,my mind is no longer sharp,,I rest,,I nap,,,,It is evening,,the sun is low,,the air cool,,,a drizzle comes to me,,,the branches of my Oak,,protect me from the rain drops,,,I come to all fours,,,my white whiskers tell all my droopy ears are not so high,,my eyes,,burn in the light,,,my dull canines,,can not tear my prey,,my hind quarter,,hurt,,my legs weak,,my fur once thick and shiny,,is old and tattered,,I watch,,,I listen,,my once young males,,also have some white in their fur,,they have grown strong,,and the new generation of pups has come last snowfall,,such fine pups,,,Tall Trees has beared me 5 pups to play and keep me company,,Little Bull also has given me five,,they are quite energetic for an old wolf,,they are my joy,,,PONY,,brings them fish and bones as her mate hunts for the pack with Little Bull now his leiutenent,,I have done well by them,,I walk to the river to drink,,,it takes so long,,the males watch me,,the underlings,,they are waiting for their dads to come from the hunt,,the caribou are sparse but we dine on rabitt squirell,,and some snakes,,all is fine,,,I no longer hunt,,,,the elders teach,,and decide what is to be,,all follow,,I am on the counsil to the elders,,they come for advice,,but make their own decisions,,,my experience is all they require,,and they give me food,,I may eat second,,a great priviledge for a,,old wolf,,,my wisdom is asked for but not as often,,,my knowledge they already have learned well they ,,need no more,,,my presence calms them,,I am always there for counsil,,I sleep..I get weaker,,I smile,,my time is near,,I have done my job,,Tall Trees,,talks little,,says nothing,,but I sense him,,see him feel his heart,,I feel all my pack,,know them,,watch them,,listen,,I know what his heart holds he need not speak,,,my heart is heavy my spirit low,,the enevitable is here,,,the pack howls a sad howl,,they lay down next to me,,and watch,,listen,,,they howl loud and long,,I don’t hear them,,they howl,,cries of pain,,still I see them but they are fading,,I cry,,,Crazy Hair cries for me,,she lays her head on my shoulders,,her howls ,,so,,young,,and squeaky White Badger,,holds me hard in his chest,,he cries,,.,There is a great flash of lightning,,my ancestral Grandmother is here,,she lays with me,,,a rolling thunder,,shakes the trees,,the ground opens,,my ancestral grandfather lays with me,,come Running Wolf we will make you whole,,I hear a native flute,,playing Amazing Grace,,drums,,bang in a slow methodic,,rythem,,matching the beat of my heart,,,I cry,,,the leaves on my MIGHTY OAK,,,fall to the ground my Lonely Rose withers,,,I am calm,,relaxed,,,I sleep,,I sleep,,,I ,,sleeeeeep,,as I elevate to mt happy hunting grounds,,,I watch I listen,,,I will always,,R
Posted on: Thu, 28 Nov 2013 10:05:00 +0000
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