mother wolf
by Nic Sebastian
the buck is beautiful but
so am I and he is there
for me as are
that curving moon and
all the silver grass
of the plains
in a moment he will know me
our bounding hearts and churning
blood will spread the night
out like a season and we will
contemplate his death together
in detail in
grace
and I will bring the sweetness
of his death to my cubs
and the plains will name us
as we name the plains