Dog Poem #2

Two wolves are coming for you

along the stony beach

 a remote place, all loneliness and hunger.

You are not prepared,

all you have is a frisbee

your mother’s gift.

Each night they circle the fire.

Eyes watching, gold and steel.

The deep forest behind holds secrets

and sweet berries.

Once, on an unfamiliar trail

they ran past you

brushing your hand with the soft fur

of a happy dog.

You mark the trail 

with shared bread.