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I hear you calling my name in the forest
The ground shakes with your presence.
Your eyes are sharpest, your hair is coarsest
And you, why does humanity torment?
We played gently in the innocence of the sun,
You taught me things no school could ever give.
I learned how to forage when the day was done
I was shown by a beast to be sensibly proactive.
Days turned into months, followed by years,
My wisdom grew, but not at the teachings of man.
I travelled the western way and sunk into fears
Preferring to crouch on the ground, I ignored my own clan.
The way of the world that I lived was foreign at best
I only found relief apart from the walls of humanity.
Holidays and vacations were not my time to be oppressed
For these were my times to hold onto my sanity.
In the night we were as one as nature intended,
I found myself no longer able to rest in a customary bed.
It became harder to live this life so overextended
Apart from you, I hang on this world by a thread.
Then came the day, I heard your howls in the night
It awakened me abruptly within the fiendish dream
And the moon cast a demonic and glowing light.
Life as I knew it, became an unearthly sham.
The rest of my night on the floor was never so surreal,
The howling intensified in the waning of the moon
There were disjointed dreams, and my blood would congeal
I would finally awaken in sheer impunity.
The scratching on the door attuned my senses
And with all the fear in my heart and mind combined
Your strong nature and utter relentlessness
Brought you to me, and my convictions were aligned.
Your perils became my convictions
And your mistreatment, my intangible cause,
To avenge your life was my new prediction
It was the Year of the Wolf, simply because.
© 2014 Deb Hirt