The Wolf
THE WOLF
~~Rob~~
As nighttime slowly devours the day and darkness descends on forest primeval. The moon slowly begins painting it’s silvery ghost like aura across the land. The wind lightly wafts through tree limbs barren and cold. The wind carries all that is vital in this land, to him, he who waits. He, who rules this ancient forest and all fear his name. He, who conjures the deepest and darkest primal fears of man. It is night and it is his time. None are more cunning, silent, and deadly. None carry the ancient wisdom he carries. He is the wolf and this is his domain. Enter at your peril. The wolf and the Indian respect each other. We leave the wolf’s domain to him and he helps guide the path of his children. We are as one and without fear. If only we could learn, not to just kill all we fear.
(2013)
I am part Cherokee, of N.E. Alabama, and of the Wolf Clan. My Cherokee name is Unele, the wind. My personal spirit guide is the timber wolf.
