It was close to dawn
The air frosty with a bite that went to the bone
She had on only a thin cotton dress
The only other had been left at home
Home, what was that but a place to sleep
Somewhere to eat and feel less than wanted
A house that was nothing more than a roof over her head
One she no longer wanted nor cared for.
She knew he would be looking for her soon
The man who was her fleshly husband
Searching quietly through each room
Anger would flare when he found her missing
This, her only chance to flee
Giving her a real choice to be
That which she really was
A noise behind her alerted her to dawn
The search for her had commenced
She could stay no longer
The dress, irrelevant in but a few more moments
The sun began its lukewarm climb over the horizon
Pale crimson and gold fingers pointed over the land
She stood tall and raised her hands to the sky
Towards the power of the winter sun
Taking a deep breath
She drew the energy of the sun into her heart
Shaking loose long auburn hair
Ready to take her part
In the distance she heard a forlorn howl
Her form writhed sinuously
Energy coalesced around her
Blurring the outlines of her human form
Once dissipated there stood a sleek wolf
Her hair a deep auburn colour
Lifting her head she howled joyously
The sound being joined by the other, closing swiftly
As they met, jumping with abandon around each other
They nuzzled each other happily
Shouts behind them from the house
Disturbed their welcome of each other
Bright sherry coloured eyes gazed knowingly
Together they loped off quickly through the forest
Her prison shattered for the last time.
Blessings, Susan ♥
© Susan Jamieson, 2015
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