Caught out in the cold in the wrong place and time
Unsure of my whereabouts, alone in the bitter chill
The wicked grin of doubt casting shadows about
As menacing realities of what nightfall surely brings,
Hauntingly dance in the forest that surrounds me
What does darkness bring to a lost, lonely soldier
Once the moon is high above me in midnight skies?
A single warrior caught in Natures ferocious grip
Alongside whispering ghosts of the vast wilderness
No chance but luck to survive hunter’s of the night
Call to wonder what lies behind Mountains mystery
Spirits of Mother Natures majestic creation appear
A call to the wild as the secrets of the forest unfold
My imagination hangs on every story so portrayed
By falling snow, limitless sky, and timeless timber
JMC813 
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Love this piece. My Son’s spirit animal is Wolf and your last line describes well how I feel about them.
Thank you. It relieves me to know that it rang true with a Native American sensibility as that was an intention of mine, but I never know how things will translate sometimes. Thanks again for your read and comment Karin.
Finally… he sees. 😉
Sometimes I have a hard time differentiating my saviours from my enemies. I am pretty in tune with peoples bullshit but sometimes things get past me. Hate when that happens.
Don’t we all, Jun! Don’t we all!
(((Awhoooo)))
well done brother
this sinks deep and it comes out howling.
thank you for sharing such an emotional piece.
outstanding as usual
Thanks Marcus. It actually started out as a different piece altogether and took a sharp left into the woods as I was writing it. I think it was “The call of the wild!!” LOL. Here is to you and your pack M.
wonderfully written! i like this one a lot 🙂
Thanks MW. This will always have a bittersweet truth. Written with my good friend Marcus in mind less than 48 hours prior to his passing. This and “Spirits of strength and honour” which we wrote together and posted the night before he left us will always hold the most important place in my heart.
the emotion is there, very raw piece. i’m sorry for your loss 😦 we survive within our phrases and words. this is an amazing dedication to remembering ❤
Thanks again MW. Written 2 nights before he passed but now he will forever be that shepherd warrior for so many. Still blows my mind the “coincidental timing” (I believe in NO SUCH THING, everything has a purpose in fates scheme)