But Even Wolves Can Love

In a dream
In a drought
In a crippling shout,
I saw him
I fed him
and wept.

In a world
In a while
In a butterfly smile
I loved him
I nursed him
and left.

In a mind
In a find
All the tangled sublime
was but left as the brambles
and dust do.

For I knew that his pack
and resolve to win back
all the shadows of black
wasn't my view.

But even wolves
can love
can dance

But even wolves
will but advance
in packs of
LOVE...
and aching pride
defenders
non pretenders...
So hear the howl
of loss
if lone
or taken
or shaken
from the world by an
unshakeable sleep.

He was but not in wolves disguise
for this little red in forests bed saw only....

A tiny mouse
A lonely house
All nobbled knees
the trees that fruit a barking tease
for nothing to please
but his own
fear.