POEMS AND STORIES by Karen LaFountain

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THE ENCOUNTER!

There is something in the distance, I can see the glow of yellow eyes;
Solemn and knowing, waiting,

Oh how his eyes did shine!
As my headlights hold his steady gaze, I cannot yet make out its kind.

He begins to move slowly in a crouch low to the ground;
Soon, it pounces effortlessly, remarkably without a sound.

He appears as large as a St. Bernard!
And remains 10 feet away, perched upon a rock, as he watches me with a strange regard.

I should back my car up and leave this place;
But the creature calls my attention, by way of his steady gaze!

I am drawn to his solemn stare, I feel him saying he is incredibly lonely;
I want to reach out, but afraid to leave my car, not just me alone, only!

Suddenly! He jumps effortlessly from his perch on the rock;
At this unsuspected action, my heart begins to knock!

He lands on my car’s hood, then through my windshield peers in on me;
I was mesmerized by his grandeur and gentleness, so it seemed.

“What do I do now”, I say to myself;
When this wolf leaps with such stellar and stealth!

I knew he possessed the strength to kill me, yet strangely, I felt only peace;
But just as calmness seemed to take me, the wolf took his leave!

Yet, as he stayed by my car, so I opened my window just enough, and I began to speak;
Hopefully to soothe our fears, and bring us both some calm relief.

I softly called him “sweet one”, and heartily I smiled;
He whined quietly, then moved closer to my car’s side.

He then leaned with his body, and turned his face to mine;
He howled then with longing, or so I did decide!

I wanted to remove our barrier, and reach out to touch his head;
But fear kept me inside my walls, so I spoke to him instead!

The beautiful beast stayed where he was, his glistening gaze followed;
I felt such pain in my heart, wondering why his eyes held such sorrow.

But alas, I knew I could not stay, and I began to back away;
However, the wolf seemed to plead with me, begging me to stay.

They say the wolf is mystical, and yes, I would agree;
For my encounter with this iconic predator, only brought me peace.

Now, a tear slips slowly down my face as I remembered his;
And the indelible mark upon my heart, inscribed when my eyes met his!

 

 

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POEMS AND STORIES by Karen LaFountain

THE ENCOUNTERavatar_1508320861978186552231.jpg

THE ENCOUNTER!

There is something in the distance, I can see the glow of yellow eyes;
Solemn and knowing, waiting,

Oh how his eyes did shine!
As my headlights hold his steady gaze, I cannot yet make out its kind.

He begins to move slowly in a crouch low to the ground;
Soon, it pounces effortlessly, remarkably without a sound.

He appears as large as a St. Bernard!
And remains 10 feet away, perched upon a rock, as he watches me with a strange regard.

I should back my car up and leave this place;
But the creature calls my attention, by way of his steady gaze!

I am drawn to his solemn stare, I feel him saying he is incredibly lonely;
I want to reach out, but afraid to leave my car, not just me alone, only!

Suddenly! He jumps effortlessly from his perch on the rock;
At this unsuspected action, my heart begins to knock!

He lands on my car’s hood, then through my windshield peers in on me;
I was mesmerized by his grandeur and gentleness, so it seemed.

“What do I do now”, I say to myself;
When this wolf leaps with such stellar and stealth!

I knew he possessed the strength to kill me, yet strangely, I felt only peace;
But just as calmness seemed to take me, the wolf took his leave!

Yet, as he stayed by my car, so I opened my window just enough, and I began to speak;
Hopefully to soothe our fears, and bring us both some calm relief.

I softly called him “sweet one”, and heartily I smiled;
He whined quietly, then moved closer to my car’s side.

He then leaned with his body, and turned his face to mine;
He howled then with longing, or so I did decide!

I wanted to remove our barrier, and reach out to touch his head;
But fear kept me inside my walls, so I spoke to him instead!

The beautiful beast stayed where he was, his glistening gaze followed;
I felt such pain in my heart, wondering why his eyes held such sorrow.

But alas, I knew I could not stay, and I began to back away;
However, the wolf seemed to plead with me, begging me to stay.

They say the wolf is mystical, and yes, I would agree;
For my encounter with this iconic predator, only brought me peace.

Now, a tear slips slowly down my face as I remembered his;
And the indelible mark upon my heart, inscribed when my eyes met his!

 

 

My Sword Of Passion

MY SWORD OF PASSION

 

 

Sometimes when words are locked in my mind,

And my weapon, the pen finds the paper unlined;

In a fight for life, I must follow the light,

Letting the passion of my sword to take flight.

To right natures wrongs, to ensure blurred lines are redrawn,

I use my pen as a pawn,

For the promise of tomorrows wolf songs.

Then I release the passion that is bottled inside,

Giving strength and devotion to lengthen my stride!

But on occaision a beast circles overhead!

This fire breathing dragon is what I most dread!

The foul acrid air of burnt words and more,

Threaten to bar creativity’s door.

Will I duel with the dragon, and fight fire with fire?

Or will my armor burn, leaving my wings entrenched in quagmire!

It will depend on the dragon’s defense,

I know I must not show fear or relent!

My sword of passion and it’s devotion to wildlife will take care of the rest;

There is so little sence in mans vast expanse!

His actions are unreasonable, greed has placed him in a trance.

To much is at risk to leave the future of wolves and habitat to happenstance.

So I must take up the sword as I have done all my life,

Knowing truth and honor cannot be denied!

Wish me luck!

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BEHIND THE PARTITIONED SCREEN

How can I think myself “enlightened” when there was so much I failed to see!

 

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From safely perched behind my face, partitioned by the screen;

How can I think myself “enlightened” when there was so much I failed to see!

Naive was I to try and save you with just an advocates’ dream.

In my fight to save our fragile connection, I underestimated the enemy.

Choosing to believe the clever lies, the screen would tell my heart.

I did not see the truth so steeply implanted, we were doomed right from from the start!

Now, the memory of how you looked at me, as the light of hope left your eyes,

Comes crashing through my screened partition, and forever haunts my days and nights!