Loping
Lupine
Floating Across the field with liquid grace
Back straight
Legs driving
Paws that barely scratch the ground
A perfect illusion of movement
As if you trot in place
And it is the land that moves away
A flurry of leaves
Alerts you to your nature
Awakes
Your passion for order
Creates
A phantom flock
Unruly sheep
To stalk and herd
And job well done
Come away boy
Stay back
Look back
...And smile
My civilized wolf
My herder of dreams
My friend
That’ll do
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