To a Wolf Cub from its Mother
Listen to Zaro's poem ...
AIEEEEEEE AIEEEEEEE
OUEEEEEE OUEEEEE
OUOUOUOU OUOUOUOU
howl little one
howl
don't hold back
flash those polished
amber eyes of yours
howl the scent of long ago
and
if I teach you anything
know this new-found voice of yours
calls forth the great untamed
so
when you want sun to rise
night to ignite its silent sparks
clear water to swell the river
howl
and when you stand
stiff-legged and tall
proud ears alert
teeth sharp-shined
confronting your prey
howl
of course when you must fly
escaping the bear
howl fierce
for earth rise up fast
to meet your lengthening legs
then howl soft
when first you meet your
grey-furred partner
under a moon-flood of trees
on a trail of sweet shadows
and
howl long
when you smell that blue
of berries growing darkly wild
outside your very own den
last thing little cub
when I am no longer
hunting beside you
howl full
your big wolf heart
for me
AIEEEEEEE AIEEEEEEE
OUEEEEEE OUEEEEE
OUOUOUOU OUOUOUOU
OUEEEEEE OUEEEEE
OUOUOUOU OUOUOUOU
howl little one
howl
don't hold back
flash those polished
amber eyes of yours
howl the scent of long ago
and
if I teach you anything
know this new-found voice of yours
calls forth the great untamed
so
when you want sun to rise
night to ignite its silent sparks
clear water to swell the river
howl
and when you stand
stiff-legged and tall
proud ears alert
teeth sharp-shined
confronting your prey
howl
of course when you must fly
escaping the bear
howl fierce
for earth rise up fast
to meet your lengthening legs
then howl soft
when first you meet your
grey-furred partner
under a moon-flood of trees
on a trail of sweet shadows
and
howl long
when you smell that blue
of berries growing darkly wild
outside your very own den
last thing little cub
when I am no longer
hunting beside you
howl full
your big wolf heart
for me
AIEEEEEEE AIEEEEEEE
OUEEEEEE OUEEEEE
OUOUOUOU OUOUOUOU
Wolves Howling audio ... Yellowstone National Park (NPS & MSU Acoustic Atlas/Jennifer Jerrett)
This poem is copyright (©) Zaro Weil 2024
About the Writer
Zaro Weil
Zaro has been a lot of things: dancer, theatre director, actress, poet, playwright, educator, quilt collector and historian, author, publisher and a few others. She has been collecting American quilts for more than twenty years and has exhibited her collection variously in London galleries. She has written on quilts for Vogue, Elle Decoration, Traditional Homes and Interiors as well as numerous newspapers. Her poetry for children has appeared in many anthologies. She has written several books including a book of children’s poetry, Mud, Moon and Me (Orchard Books, UK and Houghton Mifflin, USA), Firecrackers (Troika) illustrated by Jo Riddell and Cherry Moon (2020 CLiPPA Award Winner).
