I wrote this way back in 2003 and through the wonders of the interweb, I found an archived copy stashed away and thought I’d repost it here just for the heck of it.
Little Wolf Brother
— Gary D. Foster
Little wolf brother, I will run for you
and share the bite of the frost on our paws
Little wolf brother, I will hunt for you
and the blood of the kill will slake our thirst
Little wolf brother, I will howl for you
and hurl our challenge towards the winter moon
For you are trapped, and I am free
to run and mate and fight
and join my voice with the packsong
on a cold December night.
The wind will never touch your fur
but I am trapped as well,
my soul is caged as surely as yours
within this human shell.
So when the light of the hunter’s moon
shines down and touches me
I’ll raise my voice in challenge
while our spirits both run free.