As I sit underneath the old Willow tree,
I watch old memories float by me.
I hear the wolves howl deep in the night,
a sound so hollowed yet it felt so right.
As my breathing slowed, I closed my eyes,
and listened to the sound of my families cries.
I breathed in the scent of my lupine skin,
I whimpered in delight and showed a wolfy grin.
As the hallowed song took me back to my thoughts,
this was one fight that could not be fought.
I remembered the forest and it’s lush green leaves,
My heart stuttered slower and the howlers still grieved.
Yet still I remembered the river so blue
and the running river slowed as if on cue.
Fireflys danced abouve my weak head,
they seemed to be crying and I was not mislead.
The firefly’s teardrops fell slowly to the ground,
it was then that I realised what I’d finally found.
All of nature was grieving for me,
as I proudly died under the old willow tree.
A light came down to lead my spirit away,
a proud alpha wolf had died today.
But my spirit delayed to howl my last song,
my pack and I wouldn’t really be apart… not for too long.
An alpha’s wolf last thoughts and memories.