"A night with a Wolf".
Bayard Talor.
High up on the lonely mountains,
where the wild men watched and waited.
Wolves in the forest and bears in the bush
and I on my path belated.
The rain and the night together,
came down, and the wind came after.
Bending the props of the pine tree roof,
and snapping many a rafter.
I crept along in the darkness,
stunned and bruised and blinded.
Crept to a fir with thick set boughs,
and a sheltering rock behind it.
There,from the blowing and the raining,
crouching, I sought to hide me.
Something rustled, two green eyes shone
and a wolf lay down beside me.
His wet fur pressed against me,
each of us warmed the other.
Each of us felt, in the stormy dark,
that beast and man were brother.
And when the falling forest
no longer crashed in warning.
Each of us went from our hiding place,
Forth, in the wild wet morning.
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