A mournful howl cuts through the night, like a knife through butter.
It sounds like the epitome of lonliness.Forlorn.Despairing.
If you were to hear it,
The hairs on the back of your neck would rise,
Standing to attention like soldiers on parade.
Age old instincts instilling fear and a scarey kind of vulnerabiliy.
But for the wolf, nothing could be further from the truth.
He stands on his rock in magnificant splendour.
His coat gleaming with tiny drops of rain.
Glistening like diamonds in the moonlight.
A magnificant animal, in his prime.
Muscles lean and sinewy, ripple beneath the cotton candy fur.
His nose sniffs the night air,
Every sense finely tuned.
Scents from many miles assail him,
Whilst his keen eyes scan the darkness.
Finally, he can bear it no more.
He leaps from the rock and runs..runs for the sheer joy of it.
Runs like the wind until he becomes part of it.
He is the night, the moon, the stars.
His breath,cold, makes frosty plumes.
He is one with his world,
In a way we can never understand.
Not a lonely, mournful howl,
But a howl unchanging, from an earlier, more primative time.
A howl of belonging WITH the world,
In a way we can never know.
Or maybe we have just forgotten....
A contest entry
- Anything Goes, prewrites welcome and encouraged by Wutz Luv.
350 points, ended November 18, 23 entries
Gold trophy winner
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I loved it. I am a dog breeder after all, and my neighbor actually had a timber wolf named Timber and another back a few years, both are dead now, Timber not long ago this year, and it really upsets him still, his whole house is covered in Wolf items, the wolf itself was very scary - we never approached it, and it did howl sometimes, and it is very erie, but very very very beautiful. And don't tell anyone lol, but I have actually howled at the moon
, it was great! and I think everyone should at least try it once, it's very invigorating. I hope you have a great recovery, I'm glad the op went well, I'm assuming it did hopefully. I was so in wow when I realized it was your poem. It's great, I really love it. You have a great way with words, it had alot of very visual imagery which made me see the wolf, be the wolf. Free and unconfined.
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Very creative. Animal instict, simple yet rough. Fun to walk on the wild side sometimes and let loose. Thank you for entering my contest.
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yes i think we have forgotten to be at one with all..and at peace with our own nature,,,,nice write,,,keep well
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