ALL IS WELL

All is well... The night over the mountains..
My den remains devoid of my black rabbit.
The small howls, I utter as I fall asleep,
and the tall walls without an answer..

All is well... The puddle has moved,
the dark barks of the malevolent beasts.
The bees are in a slumber over the trees.
The stars are suspended above my den.

All is well.. The owl and my insomnia.
I hear eir wistful steps in my dreams.
And the soft shrills, I can hear them reaching my ears.
Must be some leaf swirling in the distance.

All is well.... The river and the wild horses.
Cantering in the twilight..
The tall trees raising towards the sky like masts.
And the round form of the Earth.

All is well, Alpha.... And the maggots
are waiting for me... I am after all,
nothing more than their potential feast.
A sublime state of resignation...
Fate threw that black rabbit
in another direction.
All is well.. The cruel hand of fate
cut my winter as one who cuts wheat,
swiftly and without remorse.

Perhaps throughout the years I have left,
I will still be able to hear those shrills in my dreams.
Or perhaps, that black rabbit might return to me..
As I move through the forest with these berated paws..
which are the same paws fate gave to me to feel such silky fur.

All is well.. Alpha.... I am resigned to my fate.
And a defiant howl falls on your: "So be it!"