I saw you tonight … there in the darkness of the trees.  You didn’t think I knew but I could feel your presence.  You were so calm, your tail so thick, and you were so big I wondered if you had some of brother wolf in you as well.  I called to you so you would know and not be afraid.  It made my heart glad to see you did not run.  I know you were surprised I turned my back on you.  But we are the same, you and I.  I have not forgotten, my brother.  I know my skin is red from my father and I could feel the blood pulsing in my cheekbones as I ran.  I watched you dart in between the three huge trees.  And you were so powerful you could not be concealed.  I know you came to me for a reason.  I heard you move farther into the brush on the creek and I was sad you did not stay closer longer.  I have not forgotten.  I still honor the old ways my father knew.  And I will teach those to my daughter.  We are alike you and I … survivors.  Thank you for coming to see me.  I will wait until you decide to visit again.  I am trying to learn what you came to tell me.  In the meantime, stay safe Nashoba Holba Muskogee.  And God bless you.  Achukma hoke.

“Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and numbs my brain, I seek relief in the trail; and when I hear the coyote wailing to the yellow dawn, my cares fall from me – I am happy.  American novelist Hamlin Garland