Ode to a Laughmaker

I was strolling through darkness;
A place high in the woods;
I was feeling lonely,
No bone in my body felt good.

I was thinking of resigning;
Had the towel ready to throw in,
That was when I came across a wolf;
Surrounded by female wolves that adored him.

Each one of them was beautiful;
And worked hard to keep his stare,
But his eyes were burning holes through me;
As he howled and sniffed the air.

I wasn’t sure if I should try to outrun him,
There were no words I thought to say;
That was when the wolf ran up to my feet,
With a face that simply wanted to play.

I let my guard down and got down on the ground,
I let the wolf tickle me and wrestle me around;
And the forest was filled with the happiest sound:
Laughter encompassed, and the sunshine poured down.


13 thoughts on “Ode to a Laughmaker

  1. marcus says:

    Holy Fuck!
    did I say that out loud. I meant to say (((Awhoooo))) HATFM

    You humble me cara’J

  2. marcus says:

    Reblogged this on High in the Woods and commented:
    I am always humbled when receiving a gift of visits to my woods. It has no doors.
    A visit today delivered this piece by cara’J the warrioress of Americana Injustica
    Actually lost for words
    Thank you, it’s Howling at the Fucking Moon

  3. Heartafire says:

    well, I’m just green! I adore the wolf man! Now I will have to write an ode.

  4. tieme8 says:

    Oh, this is just lovely!