A silver wolf stepped out of the silence,
He watched me at the edge of the horizon.
The sun shifted, light was swiftly fading.
Why did this clever creature not fear me?
His breath and silhouette were outlined
against the new evening’s twilight.
Its feral soul beckoned, entangling mine!
Seconds stretched into the black magic of night.
I bent to stoke the sputtering fire, and he was gone,
answering the cry of his mate's wild song.
~Katrina Nelson © 2015