tilted stem and greening leaves
leaning into soft furs
dreaming komorebi things,
tail twitch, brushing the flies away
ladybug on black snout
caressing warmth between gentle grasses
long springs and longer autumns
waiting for the beauty that will revive
between the pads of the wolf;
dancing dandelions, scattered wishes
it hopes and prays
waiting for the quiet salvation
daunting, but not alone
never alone
though the winters are terrifying
it cannot go at it alone,
but it’s not alone, never alone
not when the alpha stands beside it
not when the pack is behind him
so safety looms comfortingly over it
and it stretches towards the wolf
protected again