a lonely wolf sits on a mountain top
she was once the leader of her powerful pack,
cared for by the most powerful male, other bitches snarled and let her know of all her inadequacies.
a roaming caretaker...
she eyes the trees tip top branches as they sit silhouetted against the expansive skies.
she feels far beneath the moon
far....far down, alone from her pack, not lost, nor found,
solitary~
the bitch closes her eyes and birds sing their midnight songs
she opens her eyes to the moons perfect smile
with a nod of respect she thanks Luna for her bit of white light
so many a time she finds ease in seeing only the bleak blank canvas of the forest
what is not black is not white
what is gray is the path less traveled
continuing to roam...
she lives with no walls,
little consequences,
ample time to wander
where she goes next she may never know
and all she can hope for is a place in another's heart,
to be unconditionally loved, and respected, and known~
and on her journey she learns that caring for herself is all she needs
she's damned if she relies on others.
may her space of time be filled with the joy of loving the bitch that she is~
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