Wolf Love.

Howling in the night,

A mating call in the wild,

Lone wolves wishing to unite.

Off in the distance,

A willing companion calls.

Running to meet his new love,

His anticipation hurries his stride.

Stopping from time to time,

Making  another call,

He is determined to catch his desired.
 
Distance no longer matters,

Only time to make his mark.

They meet and dance in unison,

Happy to find their  mate.

They play and run,

Jump and dance,

Inviting the other,

To become their life.
GravyDave
 © August 1998

Seneca greeting Altair.