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The Howl of the Wolf

My mother said a thunderclap is always preceded by lightning. It’s not necessarily true that it would rain, but then there is the possibility that it will.

And then you came along without even the dark clouds forming in the skies nor were you preceded by lightning.

You came just like that.

You cracked the skies open and filled it with a huge sonorous sound that told me you were there- caged up above, screaming for help.

And then you were gone so suddenly, it made me think whether I imagined you or made you up just to hide the fact that I was truly the one screaming.


Words by Maria

Art print entitled Dreaming about wolves by Susana Miranda retrieved from Pinterest

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