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A tiny mouse so small, maybe a baby, I believe. I crouched down, to take a closer look to see. I was amazed he was not a bit scared of me. I reached into my pocket for the bread I had brought. To feed the fish in the river,heck why not. I broke a piece off and I looked around, A dozen or so mice families, I found! So I broke apart half the bread, And all of them, I continued, and fed. They thanked me with tiny little squeaks, As they went their own ways, my spirit did peak. I stood up and was taken by surprise. Here, a doe did lay and now did arise. She saw I was harmless and knew of my heart, That I would not harm her, she would not dart. Here hidden in the underbrush, a fawn. They had layed there since early dawn. She told me she was teaching her child, All about the cruility of the wild. I offered her security, here in my woods, To stay here, take the forests' goods. She went back to her fawn, got it up to move on, And before I knew it, she and her baby were gone. so then, I carried on to the bank of the river. I heard a sound, it pierced my soul, make me shiver! And above my head ,did fly, a beautifull hawk. I was frozen in time, and I could not walk. As it circled again, I could see it was looking at me. It spoke, it told me to pray to keep us free. It said that I had the right kind of heart, I was renewed and my past will soon part. He said to always give thanks to Mother Earth, That she would feed me and quiench my thirst. But first off, I must teach my own. Protect Her, for I could not do it alone. Join togehter and be as one tribe, Open your eyes, open your hearts to find. As fast as he came, he had flown away. Over the trees, in the breeze, they did sway. As the breeze gently brushed my hair back, I could tell a front was about to make a track. There is nothing like the smell in the air. Wild flowers, the water; all the scences do share. I looked all around and did find lots of different kinds of bees. Gathering pollen before they got swept away with the breeze. I asked if I could have some of their honey. I followed them and of course could not give them money. So I made up some sweet sugar water, to give. They said ok, a swap fair enough, just so they could live. I continued to feed them this way, Until winter, when they rested, did lay. On to the river, as I started before, And the trout was ready to move up some more. I gave the bread but they turned up their nose. "We are more interested in upstream, before spring close." Here they continue to migrate together, They will do it under the worst of weather, To get to the place where they lay eggs each year. Nothing stops them, to them, there is no fear. I thought: It's a shame that my bread did go to waste. I could have fed the mice more, the ones that I did face. But then I looked on down the river, Other fish feeding, the water seemed to shiver. So then, I was at ease with this thought. Then a movement, out of my eye , I caught. On the banks, as a huge big black bear. He seemed content, but yet very aware. I stopped dead in my tracks and fear gave way. I stood still and not a word I would say! I watched him but her knew I was there. He was not angry, that big mighty bear. He looked at me, then turned away. On the bank, bones of fish, did lay. When I was sure he ws gone, I took a look. Here, the fish that I spoke to, lay on that nook! Sadness came over me and I did pray; "Take my friends to Holy Water Land." I did say. On with my walk, on the way, hearing, I could'nt help, The sound of a fox family playing, my heart did melt. A family, together, in their play, Reminded me of the Indian Way. Just as that thought came across me, I would not believe what I was about to see! A great White Wolf, did stand in my track! My heart pounded, it was about to crack! I could hear my heartbeat pound in my head. My feet were those of a ball of lead. Them with amazement, it moved even closer! I could see in his bright eyes, "Is this coshier?" I then was hit with a feeling I've never felt. I felt as if I was one of them, in their pelt. I could se myself running but could not see, Where I was going, just had to be free. Then as I looked behind me, I saw, Why I was running. I began to bawl. My voice was a howl, just like one of them. Here, I was running from those things, called men. They were coming with guns, to shoot us all down. As fast as the dream came, I awoke on the ground. I thought that this must be a day dream, But I looked, and found prints in the muds cream. Why, I asked myself, did he come to me? So , I prayed right there, help open my eyes to see. I was still shocked at what I had seen, But I looked on the ground, where I had been. Just one footprint now, of that Great Wolf. No others, I thought maybe he just went "poof". Then like the dust, the print left, just as I feared. Like magic or something, he just dissappeared. This incounter of this beautiful aninal, I will never forget! They'll think I'm crazy, I'll leave mouth shut, better yet. So on I went with my journey. All things lodged in my memory. Now when I take my walks, I listen to ALL, to see who talks. Written by Claudia McConnell - March 31, 2000 *NOTE* This is not a language like that of man. It is spoken deep with in your heart. Now I try to help as much as I can. Keep Mother Earth happy, not tear Her apart!         This site and contents are the sole property of Spirit Eagle Wolf and MAY NOT BE REPRODUCED OR COPIED.* |
