Thinking on Yellowstone
on wolves
on snow
respond to vibrations
that beckon me
with seductive downturned eyes
Go around the Road Closed sign
I promise snowy delights
you cannot imagine
Elk gathered in winter herd
collected like Christmas shoppers
at Rockefeller Center
hooves churning snow
in an elaborate ancient dance.
Delicate mountains of snow
Perched on shaggy winter-coated bison
head low, swaying back and forth foraging for the last dry blades of grass.
And the wolves
Always my thoughts circle
back to the wolves
to summer nights in 1992
lying in my tent
in the heart of the glory that is Yellowstone
summer nights
too quiet
too empty
without the soft shuffle of padded feet
without a jubilant greeting
without spine-shivering howling
without the wolves.
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