THE WOLF'S RESPONSE
I wandered through the wilderness-
Alas, my spirit seemed to be drawn.
Whence I came across the human form-
From which this feeling was spawn.
I stepped forward, quietly allowing-
Myself to be seen amongst the brush.
Eye to eye the world disappeared-
Amidst the river's gentle hush.
I searched the darkness, finding the rose,
An offering of my love.
But as I lay it to her feet, she cried-
'Neath the fading stars above.
Such beauty, I never meant to pain,
But, alas, it seemed so.
As dawn drew near, I too, in tears-
Knew it was time that I must go.
Still I feel the closeness of a moment-
That ended way to soon.
Should we never meet by day in human form,
Look for me the next full moon.
Michael R. Anderson