THE WOLF CRY. My favorite time of the year is here and the harvest moon is big and bright and full and i see her face on it. The night Autumn air is cool and crisp as i crawl into bed and the warmth under the skins. As i lie their holding the pain that my heart was as empty as my bed and remembering my soul-mate that lay-ed to my side . Soon i am in my Dream side a place of less pain and then i rise and paint my face like a warrior going into battle but the battle is only inside. Then i here a great cry a cry from outside and i run to see and i am surprised to see a wolf dead on it’s side . Suddenly i awaken with sweat on my brow from my dream side. Paw Paw i ask my self what can it be?. I gaze out into the night only to catch a glimpse of the teacher as he goes thought the trees and the harvest moon casts it’s shadow. I close the flap and crawl back into bed and i here the long lonely wolf cry as a tear falls down my check and i think to my self teacher i know your pain the pain of love torn from your side. Once again the dream side comes and the teacher takes me to her my lost love my soul mate for life. The teacher tells me his blanket covers her and protects her. Doe’s she understand lost soul of mine one without a face the wolf cry my painted face .