Song of the Wolf
This moment. The moment we were both waiting for. It had finally come. The moment where the autumn sun had gone down, leaving the moon to shine so brightly over us. This was our moon, the one that ends autumn just in time for winter. This was what we had been waiting for. It made it even better that we were together. It was magical how the moon changed everything in the forest, after the liveliness of the sun; everything had silenced to watch this event. The only thing I could hear were the quiet rustling of the trees as the wind swept through them inaudibly. It felt good laying next to you in the opening, your tail wagged with mine in synchronisation, your shoulder felt warm against mine, our paws were almost touching, it was electric. I felt the urge to place mine on top of yours, to nuzzle your cheek, to lay my head across your neck. I knew you were thinking exactly what I was thinking; I could see your paw edging towards mine, willing me to do exactly that. So I did. Your purring was silky and soft, it was the purr of a she-wolf, angelic in a way, it was individual, no other she-wolf could purr in that way. Your eyes sparkled in the moonlight, a silver-blue, your eyes could always take my breath away, but not like now, this was something else. I thought back on today, the blue sky, the green grass, the orange, yellow and red of the leaves that floated gracefully to the ground. We had spent the whole day together, running, dancing, swimming in rivers, watching clouds. It had been the last day of autumn; it only came once a year, only to be seen once until the next. Now it was time, the moon was up completely, the sun was nowhere to be seen until the morning, only a few seconds until midnight. Three. Two. One. Waiting over. We rose to our feet, and started singing to our moon; we caressed it with the song of the wolf, it was so beautiful. I felt something cold touch my nose, I looked up to the midnight sky, the stars had been covered with wisps of cloud, and it was snowing. You were already dancing and twirling in the gentle drops of white. I joined in; we danced and twirled together, still singing our song. I looked out to the frosty opening, the snow had settled and stopped. As we looked out at our moon once more, I whispered one thing to you, “I love you”.
by Amy Gibbs