beauty, poetry, women

Bark

Some bark and yip

Like dogs,

Twisted from ancestral stock

Into servants,

But some of us have not

Forgotten what it is to howl,

To the moon,

Feeling the chill distance,

Of spirit seep through my fur,

But in this ancient heart,

A fire still burns,

And it never goes out.

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