Timber wolves,
My totem animals,
Pack, tribal loyalty
The intense gaze
Of otherworldly eyes
Power and enigma
Misunderstood
A silver muzzle uplifted
In praise of the sky
Northern light pulsations,
Lavender and teal streaks,
The canon of your song, elegiac,
Reverberates on the cold wind
Invocations to the moon
Your profile juxtaposed between
The white birch timbers and
Blue spires of glacier ice
Pushed into the wilderness
To lands not coveted by men
You carry the legacy of lost lands
Your magic survives
In the northern reaches
Songs of honor still resound
For those, like me,
Who wish to listen
Bear witness
And learn