Autumn Sky Poetry . . . Number 10 . . .
 

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










Nic Sebastian hails from Arlington, Virginia. She has two sons and travels widely. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Valparaiso Poetry Review, Lily, The Adroitly Placed Word, The Dead Mule, Mannequin Envy, Poems Niederngasse, Avatar Review, and elsewhere. Nic blogs at Very Like A Whale.

© 2008 Nic Sebastian