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| The Sunday Muse Picture Prompt |
Do not weep child, my spirit is with you
you often came into the woods to play
on the grounds marked as my territory
often sharing your lunch when no food
could be found...berries and bread to
fill hungry bellies
your gentle and respectful
nature, a joy to watch from
my vantage point
The hunter came and you heard the
the shattering gunshot of my enemy
quickly, running to my side, heaving
your trembling body upon my wound,
spilling blood, soaking your protective apron
your tears falling into my eyes as I inhale
and exhale my last few breaths
Your grandmother came and knelt by
my side....taking my giant paw in her hand
she called upon the ancient spirits to lead
me home...over the sky bridge
A mournful cry, compassion in my wolfish eyes
grieve not friend, my spirit will always be
with you ...I will guard your back in darkest times
when you see the daisies in the clearing
know that I love you
as, for the hunter, the pack will pick up
his scent and have no mercy....for I am
the alpha....
linking with The Sunday Muse
Author's note: I saw this prompt yesterday
and thought
I will think about it. Well, last night this played out in my
dreams. It was a bit unsettling and I woke with teary eyes.
A story poem, Thank you for visiting