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White with wisps of black
as if touched by my grandfather’s Smoke
Tip of you Encircled
the trap didn’t catch you
my snowy roamer,
howling you called me
begging me to closen
I approached carefully
all the while bending to your Height
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Finally in the kiss of Kinship we Bonded
with the ritual scent searching
and proffering of posteriors
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Fierce but connected
Social yet independent
you shook my hand and without
drooling nuzzled my cheek,
your great whiteness Abounding
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a loner missing your pack
you found me, another loner seeking my pack
where Wanderers Unite
Cease Pacing the Earth
in search of their Backyards
from Soul to Soul
I bow to your wild Elegance
silent hero
Champion of the Pack
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Art Work By Yaron Rosner
Happy anniversary love for your powerful and touching poetry blog.Chapeau!
Merci mon Chéri!
A love story filled with beautiful metaphor. Wild and tender, solitude finds deep companionship. Your words speak volumes and touch deeply. xoxo
You would know my fiery feathered sister!
How vividly you define this special bond. Can’t help asking: what is the name of this Champion of the Pack?
Jimmy, I named him “Macadam Wolf” because he is a wolf I met on the tarmac of someone’s driveway on mount Tamalpais in CA in 1997…This was an actual encounter with a real wolf, and yes, he could have been human, it moved me to write this poem and name my blog after him.
Your portrayal is alive with raw emotion. Wonderful the way you pare it down………
Merci Andrea, de tout coeur!
im loving this one..
Yes, the resonance in that survivor quality, right?