What the He Wolf Sees,
by Lee Schultz

I suppose, is how she runs
and how she pads the snow
on trails too soft to hold,
and if she falls
when on the track of game
in shadowed woods
where hunger calls the shots.

With amber eyes that mirror her
he chooses her for scent
with which she'll mark the pups.
He must know if she tends to cower
in front of bears and visitors.

What the he wolf sees,
I suppose, is in his call.
The echo of survival
means he loves.

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