She-Wolf's Eyes

I turn my head
A flash of red
Movement; fleeting

Like the sun on a winter day
There it is again
Flashing by like a glimpse of the past

This time it stops, and I can see it
A she-wolf, but not a she-wolf
Fur coppery, shining like gold

I look again, this time there is a girl
The same red leaves-in-autumn hair,
The same soulful eyes

That catch me
Hold me
‘Till I cannot look away

Next it is something else
That I cannot name
And yet it is familiar

The animal, a she-wolf again
Draws closer
Until I can almost touch it

Slowly I reach out my hand
And brush-touch the soft, shimmering fur
Feeling the warmth

I feel a brush across my mind
A shiver runs up my back
And I feel a longing for something I cannot name

And then the red she-wolf is gone
But I can feel her with me
Watching over me

And I know
If I am ever in need
She will come to my rescue

For all the rest of my life
‘Till I depart this world
I could still feel the touch on my soul

And see the eyes of a she-wolf

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