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There's singing in the distant hills

A pull toward his home range.

He had some things he had to do

His pack mates would find strange.

He felt compelled to leave the trees,

The hills and starlit nights,

To walk the rock like city trails,

To scale enormous heights.

He could not go there undisguised,

With fur and tail waving.

The shaman of his pack back home,

Had magic he'd been saving.

He chewed a spell into a bone,

A charm to change one's form,

Made our lone wolf walk like a man,

Blend with the local norm.

A circle howl gave energy

To help him change his shape.

He hung the charm around his neck,

Held as a naked ape.

Lycanthrops harbor animals

Inside their human frame,

But this wolf hid his man inside,

A life without a name.

He kept his strength but lost his nose,

His golden eyes went brown.

His alpha confidence was such,

He had no fear of town.

There was an urge deep in his bones

To find a fertile mate.

He had to mark the human world.

That was to be his fate.

The magic of the wolven witch

Guided where he went.

He crossed a female's wandering path

And smelled a lunar scent.

A wolf on hunt, she felt his eyes

Unblinking, focused gaze.

Just how they met and what they did,

Would always be a haze.

His mission done, he left the charm

And felt the change begin.

He made it to the edge of town,

Then was a wolf again.

He live a life a wolf would live,

But longer than the rest.

He waited for the promised hope,

The wait a final test.

Those years ago, when Gaia spoke,

He lifted up his ears.

Before he gained a human mind,

He lived without our fears.

It seems that Gaia had a plan

And he the tool to use.

She gave her wolf an inner man

And lit a slow burn fuse.

You see, the wolf with man inside,

Had bred a pup for Her.

When in the guise of man, in town.

The magic cast was sure.

The pup grew up into a man

Who felt the wild inside,

Creating songs that point out truth,

Where man and world collide.

A single spark can light the world

As long as fuel is there.

One voice with passion for the earth

Can wake us all to care.

 Richard Higley © April 13, 2014

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