dVerse Poets – Prosery

Dwelling in a covered space, the wolf family cuddled against the cold. Their meal was scarce, the cubs still hungry, and the father nudged them closer to their mother. He was on watch, as ever in the shadows, close by. He took pride in his family, being able to protect them, and never despaired their mother would stand by him in a fight.

He looked up through the icy trees, thinking of his youthful days. Glancing back to his children, thinking, in their dreams they sleep with the moon.


“In their dreams they sleep with the moon.”–From Mary Oliver, “Death at Wind River”


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