Friday, December 19, 2008

Call of the Wild

One night after supper, the lead dog turned up a snowshoe rabbit.
The dog lay down low to the race, his body flashing forward,
leap by leap.He was sounding the deeps of his nature and the parts of his
nature that were deeper than he, going back into the wombs of time...

Night came on, and a full moon rose high over the trees...
lighting the land till it lay bathed in ghostly day.
And the strain of the primitive remained alive and active.
Faithfulness and devotion, things born of fire and roof were his...
yet he retained his wildness and wiliness.
And from the depths of the forest, a call still sounded.'

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