The moon calls my blood softly into the chilling air
“My child run with me,catch me if you can..”
wind rolls over my skin,
Tugging like a small child,
pulling me closer to her voice…
the sound of poping bones is music to my ears…
slowly the shell slides off of my shoulder
gliding down my back and legs.
I streach out,letting a call out into the air…
Do you hear my brothers and sisters?
the song of the moon,
the call of the chase?
“come my child, catch me if you can!”
My wolfly grin fills my cheeks.
My paws shift the sands underneath me,
and within moments I’m off,
running with the wind-
chasing my mother.
This was one of the poems i put with a pic for a challenge that has hardly been viewed ;) hope more of you see it now