Wake the Wolf

Wolf, I woke you! I am but
tremble in your hunting prowl

like a fierce-eyed horse, remember how
I rode with you to battle. Now, you cling

to hollowed brooks, fern across
your handsome brow; the smell of soil

in your sharpened claws. How I wish
my human hands, useless as a ghost

could follow you through forest, field
and rivulet, your midnight gallop.

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