Running with the Wolves (revisited)




Shines on skin


Frost crunches

Under bare feet

Breath a vaporous cloud

Visible in the chill night air

I do not feel the cold

Shiver only

From the thrill


Mournful cry

Of my brothers and sisters

In the still night

Calls to me

Sings of adventures

To be shared

Pulses in my veins

Awakens the hunter

Lures me to the pack


I give up

My fear

My humanity


I offer

My rich

Red blood

My burning passion

That smolders



I embrace

The night

Heady freedom

My darkness

My wildness


I am running with the wolves tonight


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  1. When I lived out in the country, I would sit by a dying fire late at night and listen to the coyotes in the woods that backed up to my yard. You took me right back to it. Loved it!


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