Wolfen
- an allegory of patient love
She flees the bounding hounds:
sw
ee
ping
Ssss's
of
intricate
escape,
laying delicate patterns
with pawing artistry
through the
swirling,
silent
snow.
High above the vixen's antics, her mate waits.
Since before dawn, anxious,
longing
eyes
traced her
whimsical
evasions,
her shadowy
style in the woods,
below.
Shrouded, over-covering undergrowth
upon
the steep ridge of his den's
secret place,
he waited.
...
...
...
...
...
And, in just time,
the hounds came
too close with their fangs.
Springing up the wall of their ridge,
she comes to him,
swishing the invitation
in her silky tail,
vanishing into his den.
Knowing there remains no hound alive
who
can scale
the
vertical
walls,
he casts the Alpha glance
into the maze
of leaping and
bellowing
futility
below.
Then, waya, too, retires:
to tend her wounds,
to lick her icy fur,
to coax his lady for springing pups.
All Rights Reserved. Copyright Michael K. Miller of Millennium Suites, LLC 2008
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