The buffalo
the wolves
reintroduced
says Man
but we do not
control
the hoofbeats
of the past
which beat again
in red hearts.
We only listen
to the rivers cry
for salmon
we only listen
to the cry
in our blood.
The pounding of bear
shakes
the forest of
our dreams
as great paws run
through them.
We only listen
as the buffalo hoof
presses into the mud
and the wolf-heart
howls
at the
white and ancient
moon.
Inky Cat's Poems 