it never came with conclusion as how the night took its time to raise a sunshine
to survive in the wild makes no sense for such a young wolf
to be part of a pack , to learn how to defend , avoid danger , hunt — crushed hares , bison , and moose
much more to be close to them all
blood dripping all the way to my mom’s home

at heightened peril of death , all lone and numb from hunger
wandering through unknown terrain , limping , some bones broken
no such scheme in mind for how the high spirits turned way upside down
to ponder why it unfolded just as it did
saddened , buried with dispute and hesitancy

moments shared until it ended ; rumpuses with young wolves listening
chaos and arrogancy , my mom then left my dad
cries loud enough to be heard near the end trail
bags carried up at the peak of the mountain
nothing but worry filled the young wolves’ hearts
no hunger can deflect what they all feel