Category: Lone Wolf

She hadn’t had a mate to curl up next to and share the burden of leadership with for far too many, too long seasons.

She refused to be a craven beast.

It bound her up – yanking and pulling hard at joints and sinews every time she moved in any direction to escape it.

But, slowly, she was figuring out how to untangle herself from its torment as she leaned into the pain whining and testing.

“When spirit walkers travel through other territories, they are subject to other influences.”

“Sometimes, kindred spirits travel far away from each other.”

Having been encroached and poached upon, she was careful when she became attracted, for she never wanted to have anyone hurt by her actions – as others had done harm to her.

She couldn’t help but listen for the secrets in the wind being conveyed by trees, birds, the sky, and swirling leaves.

She created false trails and hid trace of her existence.

In the past, she used to allow her yearning to sing forth from her heart in long, drawn out howls to the moon.

But these days, reflecting on what little good it had done in attempts to conjure her mate, she wondered what was the point of anymore trying?

It was amazing how one day, things could be so blue – and the next, everything shifts for the better.

Hell NO! She did NOT want any young and wasteful, destructively ignorant and selfish males-in-rut sniffing around her territory!

Curled up to keep warm while shivering within the shelter of a great tree’s roots, she assessed her life’s efforts and, though proud for what she had provided, allowed herself to cry for the losses incurred to her self.

Being muscle-torn injured and weakened, she gave thanks that her pups were now grown and free-ranging, for she could only at best now fend for and defend herself.

As a human, life is often lonely.

As a wolf, it doesn’t make sense.

She could and wanted to have more puplets, but there was something still deep inside of her that she needed to claim and nurture.

Her youngest pup now having found a peer pack within which to travel and roam, she wondered what she, herself, would become.

They are all partnered now.

Even as night diminished all traces of hope, she sought in the gloaming signs of guidance.

Sometimes, it is necessary to choose the solitary path.

Being unable to adapt and run is being interpreted as lazy, avoidant, and unwillng.

Sometimes, if one treads delicately,
She can be spotted at a safe distance
Playing among flowers and butterflies.

I have been honest
Examining myself

As find I’m still
Other worldly.

I shall become one as
Twigs, dirt, and leaves

Weave into furred coat to
Camouflage a heart’s ache.

It was hard enough to
Find space two carried:

The odds increase with
Only one to hunt/forage.

Constructs tumble
And gails prevail

Once torn aside
Illusion’s veil.

The best collaborator who
Dared to believe in me and

Having followed now surpasses
To mastering their own destiny.

Does time thus only tease to
Snatch back promises given?

There there sweet mother
Curled inward by injuries

Whilst silent tears streaming
Tell fate of a soul abandoned –

Weary mind, body, and spirit
Which have led family farther

Than could ever have traveled
Without your wisdom’s instinct.

Howling to the moon only begets more howling, when the young have left for new grounds.

When one leaves one realm and enters into another, there is uncertainty as to which prey to pursue.

When one is discarded by love, there is a tendency to discard love, in turn.

And they are not available to be there for you, it is necessary to make other plans.