Quiet peace hangs in the camp
Green-hued light seeps into the tent.
A ghostly baying begins far away
And this wolfsong holds the air
Drifting over many miles.
Eyes blurry, quickening breath,
My body opens up to the day
While canine calls reach outward
Into the forest to neighbors
Who signal back their attention.
Closer come the echoes of the packs
Me in-between, my heart races.
Now, too close to these creatures
Who same as me today
Share this rocky outcrop.
An unexpected quiet returns
They have raced away on their search for others
I unzip my tent, unzip myself
Tuck those sounds of morning away.
I must feed the woken hungry.
And there they are.
Four of them lounging together
Standing up and laying a dash away.
They are magnificent
Like no other creature I have seen.
High off the ground, huge in the face
Dark thick rich fur, linebacker necks
Thick rounded paws like padded hooves,
And those sharp intelligent eyes
Turning to me all at once.
My heart no longer races.
I plant my hands on my hips
High on the rock above them
Lowering my natural voice
I project to the others, “I found the wolves.”
The intelligent eyes look up as one unit
Then decide in unison their next action.
Wild as the way they were made
They gallop away, loudly over the forest floor
Away from me where they belong.
— by Ava Hypatia, July 2015
Prompt: CC at D’Verse Poet