Wolf and Crow 
I stepped upon
a crow feather
last night
Mere accident
I suppose
Reached down
to pick it up
then hesitated
uncertain
if I should touch
something
so
sacred
I thought of her
with her sly sunset smile
These thoughts
went many places
none of which
I shall describe here
I can only summarize:
She moves me
I have things
Not those kind of things
Other things
Things I dare not mention
Intrigue bites
and questions gnaw
to the onyx depths
of old bone
within the carcass
of this charcoaled relic
this grizzled hold-out
from a time forgotten
this bastion of the eternal;
Wolf
Majestically
he pounces into the abyss
stirring up snow
and
when he comes up
a soft look in his eyes
there
ever so gently
‘tween his teeth
he holds that feather
in his mouth
knowing it belongs
to his precious
friend of the wild;
Crow
© 2009
Image a derivative made by me of two works in the public domain
Great use of allusion Mr. Wolf… This poem calls upon the reader to look beyond the human rational mind and into the wild uncertainty! Lovely… There are some lines that may not be needed due to flow and tone, but that’s left to be said…
wonderful flow of thoughts and feelings