The Wolf and The Owl: A Fable

A Poem by AlphaGemini

The Wolf and The Owl: A fable

We danced through the night-lit forest in the shape of Wolf and Owl.
White petals ghost upon feather breezes.
Dryads, searching for the nights den.
Raced, we did. Through the clearings.
I to howl my allegiance to the empty moon. Her to share wisdom through silent stares upon razored wing.
It is a story not told anymore.
Except by us.

Clawed paws kiss the ground between heartbeats. There is no sound.
The tracks I leave upon the snowy ground are easy to follow.
Conspicuous.
High overhead, She makes less noise and no tracks.
We are harmonious. Balanced.
Her guiding form flashes through the trees above and I struggle not to lose her.
My nose is high. Panting streams of vapor, like smoky water into the frozen air.
Wisdom and strength. Speed and focus.

But She too has the strength, to fly so high.
And I too have the wisdom to know the importance of my pursuit.
We steal across the night forever.
Through strange lands. Through familiar ones once long past.
Racing the Sun.
For in the night we live and therefore need never sleep.
So long as neither falter.
So neither need ever be alone.