freedom

i sit and stare out the window
waiting for the moment i'm free
waiting to run, across the ground
pulled so far into these dreams
i'm suddenly in an open feild
surrounded by trees and sun
i take off, claws digging into the ground
faster, faster, i tell myself
i feel my muscles work
my breath goes through my lungs
my body in perfect harmony
letting my fly in the only way i can
then i wake up
from that long cherished dream
where i am free, running, wild
a wolf that needs no pack
only room to roam, and to hunt
and the moon to guide me
and keep the time
in a life i only have in dreams

then i'm taken in again
this time soaring, truly
miles above the rest
in the dark quiet night
watching the world below
my wings are quiet, i make not a sound
as i swoop down and land
i see my nest
filled to the brim
with owlets staring back at me
fuzzy balls of feirce hunger
that will grow into wild grace
i give them the hunt
and watch as they feast
no sooner done then begging again

i take off, but not to the sky
back in my own world once again
mourning the life i left behind
waiting for my next visit
to either self
wolf or owl
both so wild, both so free
i envy them this