Wolf runs wild through the night.

She calls to us,

as the doe does not,

for we have learned to overlook her gentleness.

But wolf

runs fierce and wild

stirring ancient memories within us.

She lopes through crystal white fields,

silver under the moon, soft crunch under her claws.

The cold bites deep. She revels.

Her strength

her glory

her power

her song.

We hear it in our heartbeats,

her wildness,

the wonder of the untamed, undomesticable,

We remember what we have long forgotten.

We see her run, and she tells us, that beyond our concrete scraping sky and coating earth,

there is life and spirit and wild.

Wolf runs, and not only her body but her soul breathes.

She reminds us

of what we could be.