The Wolf’s Blind Eye

Deep in the unknown wilderness

Paths are created by animals I’ll never see

Some paths only traveled on once

Some paths are frequently taken

Some paths newly discovered

Some paths discarded

Animals birthing and dying

At different rates 

Depending upon human hunters

Depending upon prey and predator

Depending upon the type of animal

Depending upon availability of food

Depending upon the changing terrain

Depending upon how harsh the weather is

In the brook sprouting in all directions

In the narrows of echoing canyons

In the shadows of every forest tree

In the meadow of innocence

You’ll find a lone wolf

With one blind eye

He is your beacon

Your compass

Your compassionate listener

Your warmhearted spirit

Your generous griever

A friend like no other

And when that lone wolf

Finds you

Do not hide

Welcome it

And die in pride

© 2025 David Greg Harth

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