Willa 

He was sounding the deeps of his nature, and of the parts of his nature that were deeper than he, going back into the womb of Time.

– Jack London , Call of The Wild

A golden eye penetrating

the blue water.

The pupil dilates, constricts, focus intent and wild.

The black fur stands

On end and sways

In the wild way of danger.

She looks to me

with those glorious

Sun dyed eyes

For permission.

I nod a universal yes

and she becomes

the primitive

wolf hunting

some forgotten old

tennis ball.

It doesn’t stand

a chance..

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