The Departure of Wolf

Much more might be said
about the arrival of wolf
and the coming to grips
with the primal drive
the flash in the eyes
those uneasy first encounters

Than about his departure
perhaps on a night of blowing powder snow
and low clouds
when dreams are forgotten
and any leftover traps deftly sprung

What can we really say?

In the aftermath
there’s the uncertainty
of his circling back
after marking the farthest reaches
of his range

The coming to grips
with his half-perceived absence
and unscripted endings