Siberian spring

Siberian spring

Forest in transformation
seasonal change,
grey reveals some specks of green
sunset in orange glow
approaching night will still be cold
as yellow flame is dancing
the glow to radiate a ring of warmth
I throw another log and watch
the sparks disperse
into the fading day

My eye to scan the contours of the trees
the trunks are closer to the night
into the flicker, drawn to dream
until I’m wide awake from fright
What’s that,
in front of me?

Slowly approaching, lone male wolf,
low posture, careful, inching, judging,
ready it, to spring to life
shivers crawl on my back
around my neck

within fraction of second see
another time
when black and two greys chased
from pack of six and circled,
plenty of scars
yet somehow did survive

I clear my eyes, adjust to darkness
and in the glow of flames I see its head
blood red its snout, but longer than a wolf,
head as greyhound, Tassie tiger cross,
or so it seems.

The winter coat begins to shed
grey, whitish fluffy clouds of down,
each branch will help to brush it off
what stupid thing to notice
with a wolf 10 yards away

Such striking head and shades
of dark-red blend to copper near its tail
It could look fierce
but does not growl
the night silent, no howls,
is it alone?

Red wolf’s eyes heavy, slow approach, tail flat

not like a threat or is it cunning?
distrust we both go through
closer it moves,
each paw testing the limit,
gauge reactions
head low down,
yet breath too hot for calm

My heart beats near my ear so loud
can barely hear exhaling sound
yards from the fire it hesitates
and waits for what I do
I sit with caution
hum a tune;
eye the flaming log of use,
well, just in case

I see its teeth; I see its tongue,
the heat free to escape,
ears folded back
can barely trust my eyes
as wolf lays near the fire, calm,
looks to the flames
head turned
to tend its hind leg.

I look around, is he alone
or is the pack right in my back?
All set in eerie calm
yet too, serene

Inner turmoil of fear or hope
what does it want
from me?

What have you done?
Caught by a trap,
swollen leg
three times the normal size
we need to try to get it off you

If we can trust another
there’s a chance

Stay calm, it’s not a dog.
I hum my tune a little louder
as not to have my fear as near
its ears rotate
whilst eyes as heavy as before

My hand slowly reaches out,
it growls and so do I
it stops I hum instead
my left hand holds part of the trap
its head reaches my hand to sniff
daps with its tongue
so far so good

my other hand now holds the second half
slowly I strain to ease the clamping jaws of trap
Wolf’s getting restless,
easy now,
…and then the leg is free

© Heinz Ross, Gold Coast, Australia
1 Nov 2008

Siberian spring

Heinz

Joined August 2008

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