Faye Sizemore
I AM THE WOLF
My four legs run into the wind
… chased by old ancestor’s sin
head thrown back
… I howl at the Gods that are…
How dare they…
to make me as I am
… Chased and used
tortured and abused…
As the moon comes up
of life… I need no proof
Head thrown high… I howl…
I know… I am… the wolf…
Proud wolf
… Brother wolf
in my mind
I hear whispered
… ‘last of your kind’
I am the wolf…
©Copyright November 4, 2003 by Faye Sizemore