Connectedness
Location
Wolves grace along
in packs, the
beauty of their
fur ruffle in
the wind, snow,
and sun rays.
All so bright,
the wolf touches
the water’s surface
viewing the pink
salmon.
Icy water a
barrier separating it,
from claws - the
stained ivory keys
to a new
life.
The wolf’s hunger
feeds the fish,
the water feeds
the hunger, and
the air feeds
the fur.
Touch, breathe, sink,
and clutch.
The wolf baits
waiting like the
bipedal predator foe.
Succulent meat, bone
snapped, sinew sliced,
blood poured - skewered
on a fisher’s
line.
Perhaps, mates in
another life?
The wolf drags
her flopping scaly
stew to five
impatient pups.
The fisherman catches
more than his
fill, his family
more than sated.
To fill their
den, taking a
whiff, a dip,
a smoke, and
a lunge, devouring.
One life among
all to feeding
each other.