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  • Burning the wild lands, the moon rises gold; gold the eyes of wolves
    Running in a rapid crouch up the snowy hill. Exhaling,
    I slip into the aspens, follow their tracks into a threshold of
    Light under the firs. The moon squats fat among them. I
    Linger and watch, afraid. Discard the fantasy that
    I could be accepted, that I could be safe, that I could run. With them.
    A screech of owl cries. Wolves sing: close chorus, far response.
    Nothing contains the fierce sacredness of this music. I want to
    Call back from this hidden body. I pluck a tuft of fur from a drift,
    Embrace bare branches, moon-bruised sky. In

    A cloud-smudged mirror of ice, shadows flicker, a broken
    Face of moon shimmers. I whisper: elk, caribou, antelope. Stubbornly,
    I reclaim the dream of hunting with the wolves. Oh folly! Will I return to this
    Evening over and over, sifting through these images, lies and dreams?
    Late-night owl calls again. Wolf tracks fade in drifting snow. I glimpse
    Deer, then fox. Braid my tracks into theirs.

    1)This is an Acrostic poem. Acrostics are often used as games or doggerel. I have chosen here to attempt a serious acrostic poem.
    2)I would like to invite anyone interested to sprout the story and "play along" by writing serious (or not-so serious) acrostic poems. I am sure you all know that in an acrostic poem, the first letter of each line creates a word when read vertically. It is a fun way to write about love or friendship or any other topic.
    3)Poem and art by me, Mary Stebbins Taitt, published in Avocet. I'd love to think all of you subscribe to Avocet and have already read my poem, but I am guessing that is not the case. Because published poems are often read only by those who subscribe, I think I may post one of my published poems, maybe once a week, to share them with you. I hope that's OK.
    4)I tagged this as a "working" saga piece, because this is my work.
    5)The girl on the bottom left is my daughter Erin, who is a cowbird member, when she was a child.
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