~In a wolf pack they ran together~blessed by The Great Spirit,~their souls locked and mated forever~loyal hearts that none could sever.~~None bothered and no trouble to see~as they ran wild on the wind free...~Soul mates together for many a year,~their loyal hearts knew no fear.~How could their brave spirits know~one day an enemy would show...~without heart or even much skill,~and her soul mate, man would kill.~
~It was by the bright of day...~as their brave hearts tried to run away...~runing fast, but their bodies tired~her mate was killed with one shot fired.~
~With only her around~his lifeless body lay on the ground...~only his soft fur moved as a lone wind blew~by heart and instinct she knew...~
~But she could not linger nor stay~for her own life, she must run away!~So with a pause and one look back~she ran on the wind and rejoined the pack.~
~Now she stands alone each night~and howls up to the moon's misty light...~the soulful sound of her cries~lingers on the wind, then dies.~
~Pain cuts through her soul like a knife~for the mate she had taken for life.~Her spirit is broken...~but she'll survive...~The Great Spirit will keep her alive.~
~She still runs with the pack~but forever and always looks back~for a second she pauses..~and waits always~searching for her lost soul mate.~
~©Barbara LaBarbera~(LadyBleaux)~
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