Literature
Wishing For Wolves
Wishing For Wolves
I hear the wolves beckoning me,
Howls from the woods,
Calling me home.
Home to the deep forest,
Green and cool and quiet.
With babbling brooks running through,
And meadows filled with fragrant flowers.
I miss the cool breeze on my snout,
And the tall grass tickling my paws.
I miss my fellow wolves,
My soul mate,
My freedom as a wolf.
I wake suddenly,
Startled out of my peaceful dream,
I have this dream every night.
I dreams of wolves,
Of my life gone by.
If only I could get back and be there,
Rewind my lives and become the wolf again.
To howl with my pack mates,
Run through the woods,
Hear the brook's busy chatter,
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