An Intrinsic Exquisite

he is gone

"Tempestuous nonsense," cried the she-wolf. "Come in from out of the cold."

but the he-wolf was busy pacing
the blood pulsing too strong to be ignored
distance was the enemy that he could conquer with the magic of his motion muscles flexing

he was gone

she was shocked
alone
sad
but not surprised

she curled up and nursed her young
she heard the cry of his heart
mixing with the haunting blue sound of the wind

the earth was soft and damp beside her
her babies pulled the liquid life warm connecting her to them

and sleep, blessed sleep, came with the rain

and when they woke they joined another day
and day merges with night in a fine intoxication of delight
and so we move and ponder
from light to dark and back again