Destiny not yet met
Bravery just a mere myth
Sweet cloying scent of death
Clings to her clothes like a shrouded mist
Rising from the ashes,pushing free from the rubble
No sound,no movement..... alone
The only one of her kind left
Moonlight filters through the trees
Her first instinct to run and flee
Palms torn and bloodied
Knees weak , shaking like a leaf
Lifting her face to the moon, her Goddess, she howls with all her might
The sound pierces the night, shattering the stillness
Her snout pointed to the sky
Tears slowly slip from her eyes
Dropping now to all fours, she runs to the top of the hill
Looking across the valley, hoping against all hope to see another of her kind

holding my breath in suspense...more, more

The knowledge that they do indeed exist
rolls through her being.
Magnetically pulling her achingly forward..............

I am so thankful for you are home