|The blessing of the wolf.
||[Mar. 1st, 2017|03:47 pm]
From nothing to particulate matter, to condensed form.|
Born alive and carrying death within.
The wolf child smelled my death and wanted to consume it.
Saved by the masters hand the wolf child did not pass on the release from life to this young son.
A cruelly treated animal passed a vicious streak, death a kitty turned to giblets.
Was trauma to weighing too heavy, a young mind scarred as a young life lost.
A spider and flies, two crows and a pigeon pass on the lessons of life's needs.
Pound puppies abated; transferring lessons of life, love, bonding, naming and kindness.
What nature intends has balance-symmetry within its systems.
An act of death to one is life for many, the blessing of the wolf.