Between a sentinel of trees, in the deepest of twilight an image lurks down moon lit path. A chill in the air ruffles thick fur. He is alone. Each step leaves paw prints in the dirt as evidence of his presence, under a dangling moon. He finds a knoll. There he sits waiting as time ticks slowly by until the moon, a blood moon, ascends to its highest point in the autumn sky.
When no one listens,
howling wolf calls to another,
as blood moon rises.
“ Cease listening to instruction, my son,
And you will stray from the words of knowledge.”
Proverbs 19:27
I’ve tried howling with our wolves, sorry, dogs, and they just look at me sadly and try to comfort me, lol.
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Maybe you’re howling sad words😂
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Undoubtedly 😅
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I would love to hear that howling.
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Love the connection between wolves howling and the full moon …..
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“ When no one listens,
howling wolf calls to another,
as blood moon rises.”
Strong but chilling…. fabulous picture! 🙂
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Wolves are fascinating creatures…I like the myth that they howl at the moon. We had a dog that howled when my husband sang to her 🙂
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I always feel that I don’t belong when wild animals especially wolves, foxes and even dogs howl at the moon. It is as if they know a secret that I don’t. This is an enjoyable read.
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I understand. Howling is a stress reliever. That is what I’ve come to realize. 😬
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You’ve pained a sonorous picture of something I would move to witness. The idea gives me goosebumps.
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I’ve had a soft spot for wolves since one licked me on the leg through a fence on a school trip to London Zoo when I was a child. I love wolf stories and poems and follow a couple of wolf pages on Facebook. You’ve painted a gorgeous picture of a moon howl, Patricia, that appeals to the senses. I felt the hair stand up on my arms as I read. Sadly, there are no wolves in the wilds of England, so I only get to see and hear them in documentaries.
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We have them in the wild places of Wisconsin. In our travels, with the grandkids , we cross the Wolf River and howl like pups seeking their mama. Obviously, with a last name of Wolf it’s our responsibility to howl. 😂
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A wise post: my dog recently started howling in response to a Husky living down the road. I’d never heard him howl before, full moon or no full moon: communication is at the centre of our worlds.
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Our golden retriever did the same… it was kinda cool to listen to.
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I was there with you … and you howl at your place, hmmmm 🙂
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I really enjoyed your haibun. I always thought wolves howl at the moon. I had no idea it was the way they communicate to each other. How fascinating.
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You took me there, to that place. Magical!
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This resonates deeply! ❤️ Yes, the wolves howling is a direct way of communicating across long distances. 🙂 I smiled at the last sentence of the process note.
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The grandkids and I love to howl
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This is so beautiful.
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Thank you
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An evocative write! Brava!
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