Wolf

In a past life
I chased Odin
in recycled circles
despite being a siren
for His wife.

In a past life
I chased the sun
disguised as the night
with the promise of bounty
in The End.

Then
I settled
as protector of fields,
guarding grain from boar
with the reward of dinner
from man's hands.

I have traveled the wheel
and have been reborn
as ferocious
and graceful.
My place among the God
has been forgotten
yet I am content
with being both
a footnote and survivor.

We all create stories through our experiences... [The author of this poem comments]