I saw two wolves curled together
Their spirits spoke thru their eyes
And if possible, they would have kissed…
He so protectively leaned in close
She lay relaxed free from fear
Basking in his presence
Of which she wanted most…
I lowered the sights of my gun.
How could I kill two who lay in bliss?
So wrapped in contentment and peace.
Warm even in the coolness of the hidden sun.
As I raised my gun once more to aim
My sights fell upon him so strong and true.
But as I glanced at her adoring pose,
A restraining thought to me came…
From them I will not steal
The amity they share,
The existence of this moment.
So, unknown to them, I leave “something real”.