In the beginning of all things there was only the lone wolf, having been made by the moon and the sun.
He carried our world gently between his teeth, yet there were earthquakes and storms as he wandered our galaxy, running through stars.
He let our world go, setting us in place. And when the Earth settled he made humans from sticks and some mud.
At first the lone wolf was happy with humans, seeing us playing, enjoying the Earth,
but he saw our hearts turn to darkness some of us ripping the Earth and hurting each other.
He was sorry that he made humans.
He ran away lamenting, howling even.
To this day, if you listen closely
you can even hear him…..
in the wind.
Note: Influenced by Native American/First Nations stories
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