Nine months of freedom

In the north woods of New Hampshire;

Now the old wolf waits

For his friend to come for his morning visit.

When Fred arrived he sat down and the old one

Put his head in his lap.

                       As Fred caressed the old head

He fell asleep to wake no more,

Perhaps one day Fred’s eyes will meet

The gaze of a young wolf pup

And know that the freed spirit

Has returned.

II

                       The Return of The Free Spirit

All was going well at the wolf dog refuge

That bright spring day.

The dogs were all frolicking about or

Lying in their favorite sun spot,

Thankful that another winter

Had passed and they had survived

Suddenly the sound of an old

Pick up truck bouncing down

The road to the compound

Broke the quiet.

It pulled up in front of the lodge and

A man got out holding a small

Ball of fur in his arms

Fred came out to meet

Him …

This is the pup I called you about…

His mother was hit by a car.

 I knew you would know

what to do to care for him.

The man left the pup there

And for the rest of the afternoon

He followed Fred around

Wherever he went, meeting

Some of the other wolf dog

Residents of the compound.

When the day was over, 

The rest of the dogs settled for the night,

Fred sat down on the edge of the porch.

The young pup came up beside him

And laid his head in his lap

And looked up at the old man

With a familiar look in his eye

And Fred knew….

The freed spirit had returned.

Susan Bergeron

November 4, 2009