A Wolf Tale Haiku

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“Mother, dear, may I

Go out instead staying home,

And watch spring signs bloom?”

“No, child, you may not,

For I fear those Mans are still

Lurking in the light.”

“No, Eyolf, my pup,

For I fear those guns will fire,

Ain’t a place for you.”

He was bathed and licked,

‘Till his chestnut brown fur shined,

And smelled like fresh sky.

Mother smiled at him.

But that smile was the last smile,

Shined upon her face.

The Great Cheese Ball shone.

Mother had left to hunt but,

He had his own plans.

The stars laughed, wind weak,

White blankets hugged grass and trees.

Trekking, he finds Fox.

A fox and a wolf,

Bestest of friends forever,

Since the spring of birth.

The furry duo

Meet by a thick, frozen lake,

They both dance and laugh.

Ms. Owl glared at them,

Perched on her tall silver tree,

They cower and quiet.

The owl glared at them,

“I sense grave danger, wolfling”,

She hoots with wiseness.

The two cowered back,

As her star-lit eyes glowered,

Rare fear twinkling bright.

Eyolf felt something,

Deep within his howling heart,

And ran, painting wind.

Leaps and front flips,

Dodging annoying tree limbs,

Scorning Fox’s pleads.

Then, a sudden hand,

Gripped the back of his soft neck,

Not letting him go.

He kicked and he howled,

Forcing off the iron grip,

And bit the Man’s leg.

Screams and howls,

Swallow the out-stretched night sky,

As Eyolf bounds home.

Ears ringing of intent,

Heart pounding so hard, it ached,

Runs for his short life.

There was a vague click,

Eyolf howled for the last time,

Until there was a grunt.

Then a loud, harsh growl,

The pup spun his eyes,

To find Mother bark.

He looked in horror,

For once the mom stared at him,

The Man gave a shot.

Eyolf stared in shock,

Joints frozen as the grown wolf fell,

Cherries on the snow.

Eyes finally blinked,

As the owl hooted above,

“Run off now, wolfling!”

Mind wide awake now,

He gave sad eyes to Mother,

And bounded off, torn.

Warm sunshine woke him,

Heavy eyelids squinting in.,

A day after a death.

Stomach growling mad,

The pup sniffed whiffs of a scent.

Cooked deer meat was near.

Nose dripping cold snots,

He weakly stumbled toward,

The cabin of Man.

He set sight on Man,

Munching on a piece of meat,

A stubborn tongue drooled..

Grey eyes stared at blues,

A wood chair creaked and twigs cracked,

Eyolf couldn’t move.

Deep chuckles escaped,

As Man held out meat to pup,

Eyolf snatched and gulped.

Eyes twinkled wonder,

And Eyolf stared at leftovers,

Jumping at a laugh.

Man said, “Come with me.”

Paws reluctantly entered,

The warm “home” of Man.

A fire flickered on,

Leather hissed as Man sat down,

A nail tapped his chin.

Eyolf sat and yipped,

Man just stared into his eyes,

Windows of the souls.

Eyolf twitched his ears,

As Man laughed and slapped his thigh,

Said, “You’ll be Aaron.”

Man’s mate had arrived,

Aaron was surprised there was,

What they say… Woman.

Aaron likes Woman,

She bathed him in tomatoes,

When he was skunked.

Days passed into months,

And the months turned to a year,

Aaron’s time to go.

On his departure,

“We’ll always smile upon you,”

Man sobbed with Woman.

“And you’ll always be…

Our mountain to look up at.”

These words sighed in wind.

Sunrise and sunset,

Spring, fall, winter and summer,

Four long years had passed.

By the sun and moon,

He returned to Man’s cabin,

And sat and waited.

When Man would not show,

Aaron hunted and ate there,

In front of the house.

The trees grew barren,

Blossoms bloomed and melted green,

As Aaron still waited.

One day, someone came,

A woman with bleach red hair,

“Hello, ‘lil Woofie.”

Aaron had licked her,

For she was indeed Woman,

With her hair colored.

She gave a sad smile,

And said in such a low breath,,

“I’m sorry, he’s gone.”

“You have been waiting,

All this time haven’t you, boy?

Let’s give a visit.”

Through old, dry bushes,

Aaron sat by the carved stone,

Then looked at the tree.

Marked right on the trunk,

Were words that leaped the wolf’s heart,

“Wolf who couldn’t howl.”

“Asked me to carve it,

He never forgot ‘bout you…

And I bet that he...”

Woman sniffed and said,

“I bet he’s waiting right up there,

Knowing you’ll come soon.”

When premature snow fell,

Aaron had sat by Man’s grave,

And took his last breath.

Flakes fell on his eyes,

Melting into last cold tears,

Crying in his sleep.

Somewhere far away,

Between gaps of space and time,

Aaron could see them.

A blur of snow white,

Laughter and tears and hoots,

And trees everywhere.

But the wolf saw it,

And he found the perfect name,

“Videre” for onward.

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