Reunion: Karen O’Leary

Karen O’Leary
wolf’s howl.
Can it be
El Lobo’s call?
Poachers chased the wolves
away, many travelled
safely to a large wildlife
refuge twenty-five miles away.
I open the back patio door
and drop into a chair as El Lobo
bounds up the stairs. We embrace then he tucks
his head in my lap. I scratch behind
his ears then rub his layered fur.
He lifts his head then eases
toward his family (mate
and two six-month-old
pups.) I pet each
then they leave,
one in

1 comment :

  1. Dear Sunil,

    Thank you for publishing my poem in your community of varied voices. Congratulation on your extensive following in Setu. Wishing you ongoing success.



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