Howling

They’re outside
Forlorn calling in the distance
Reminder of the wild
It still exists
In honeybee and wildflower
Encapsulated within morning dew
Or collected in spittle
Between battle
I hear them now


Swept up in packs
Of one or two
Collecting
Scraps enough for survival
& If lucky enough
Another bit for the road

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