Creature of the Night
Standing, staring at the shadows, waiting
Tense, not wanting to move
Fearful that they won't come
then…
A shadow moves and it's there
Standing gracefully in front of you
So much a part of the night
And you ache at its sheer power
The wolf
Full of wisdom
Always belonging
You want to follow it into the forest and join its world
Your eyes meat
For only a second you are staring into the cold piercing stare of this creature that you know so well
Yet are only beginning to understand
He disappears
Melting into the shadows again
Leaving you breathless and full of wonder
This being
this mysterious power
is the wolf
a creature of the night
by Amanda Mathieu ©2009