She Like The Wolf

Fierce, pure, and monogamous, she is a keeper of death to bring forth new life

Her long and slender legs cascade with white laden-fur all the way down to her large paws-much bigger than any courtyard ladies’ paws.

The lustrous beast prances exquisitely on the frozen tundra as if she doesn’t know the brutal meaning of “cold”

Her wooly winter coat is covered with a marvelous white sheen and polished by her curly pink bubble gum tongue to buff up and shine the fine alpha female

Her multi-purpose tongue purifies red stained fur, removes brown splats from mud jumps, and validates her kinship with a multitude of kisses for the pack

Sometimes her fur blends into a latte swirl of rock and snow

Her long muzzle curves slightly upward at the end where her stern snout comprises the senses of a hundred human noses

Winter steams then condenses then steams again from her panting breath

Rocks in desolate isolation appear lifeless next to her fervent tracks. One set of prints lead out to the kill, and another returning to the den

Her great howl of protection circulates the domain; a dinner bell ringing to congregate the youth

She blazes a trail of bliss leading adventures through the trees and then securely brings her cubs back to the den

In this majestic land she understands loyalty and responds instinctively to her kin’s howls

A social denizen equipped with the familial bond and eagerness, she survives, protects and thrives in a land of feast and famine

Well adapted at hunting both large and small creatures, she makes sure to snatch up lemmings and snow rabbits to stave off hunger between big hunts or even provide a nice side dish at supper

She may in a day unleash her powerful masticators to take down caribou and then peacefully relax her skull crushing jaw to gently carry her cubs

Her eyes are focused instruments of decision and revision to decipher the kill… Shall I have the fat one today or minimize injury by choosing the slower diseased one? She, the pruner, chews out the weak to enhance the strong and stabilize the herd

With a desperate, heavy pant after hunting she rehabilitates her wounds, licking and nursing gashes inflicted in passionate battles; she obeys her imperative code imprinted in Lupine DNA

Sophisticated and wise, she picks the male fit for the kill. Her selective howl calls for the alpha male, a matrimony for eternity

She shows loyalty thought a howl, exposing glistening fangs, long, vicious and heart piercing

With her tail erect, she howls a cry to mate and proliferate keeping the pack strong and stable

Alpha male and female join, developing a nuclear family instinctively, redistributing the wealth stored in her genes

Both will be fruitful in due time following January and February and will multiply and flourish in the cold land in the North

In springtime she is playful. She flips a cub, flops a mouse, snarls, licks, and teases a louse

Come summer she rendezvous with pups and elders on thawed soil, biting, choke- holding, growling, snarling and wrestling while aunts guard the cubs with vigilance

Female logic, passion and loyalty interweaves millions of miles in between during storm, famine and long hunt

I admire the cunning, mysterious, dangerous, radiant wolf

She, like the wolf too, must captivate and inspire me to join in eternal matrimony