LEGEND OF THE WOLF

Legend of the Wolf

Maureen Clifford © The Scribbly Bark Poet  

In the forests frozen heart she glided soundless through the trees

where the winter drifts were thick and soft and  white snow covered leaves.

Close at hand her two cubs followed they were frisky little pups

 black tipped ears their only markings and small bushy tails held up.

In the distance stars were twinkling and the moon put on a show,

all was quiet, pristine, ephemeral on the white landscape below.

Then a shadow crossed the landscape and soon everything was black

as the sun and moon eclipsed – blocking all light from the track.

Mayla stopped and called her children – come here now and stay by me

for this is something that you are so privileged to see.

Don’t be scared my little children – on the first star make a wish.

It will peep out very shortly, slippery as soap in a dish.

Soon you’ll hear  Nantuck  your father and your brother Wahya call

 if you sit and listen quietly you’ll hear  echoes  over all

the mountains and valleys, the song that Wolves do sing,

as they send their praise to heaven for  the bounty nature brings.

You will hear the little white one call - Ayasha is her name

and her son Salali, small and brown of squirrel hunting fame.

Tayanita from the high hills where beaver lodges dam the stream

and Amadahy his young wife , due to  pup next moon it seems.

If you listen quiet my children you will hear a wondrous song.

Soon you two will join the singers, once the winter snows are gone.

So Awanita and Galahi stood, though cold from head to toe,

and they listened to the echoes of the white wolves in the snow.

It’s claimed amongst the Cherokee white wolves are spirit voices

and the Cherokee know that their song is good, and thus rejoices.

White wolves bring to the tribe, peace, hope, and love.  Security.

Which is why you feed the white wolf.  The soul inside of you and me.