No matter how disparate, friendships are forged when you find a common ground ... ekphrastic poetry
Painting by Julie Bell

Gingerly she approached
Where silently a wolf watched
Her every movement, and,
For some time now,
As tender trust took root,
She’d visit him each day but
Remained at some distance where
She would recount stories and tell him
How very handsome
He was and
Offer him treats
(Which he wolfed) and, on
Occasion, she sang sweetly while
He flirted with the melodies
With head cocked,
And eyes wide,
Pawing pensively the
Ground in canine comportment as a
Curious kinship blossomed between them…
And one day
He came near to her
To nuzzle her leg, which she
Responded to eagerly by hugging his
Muscled neck, and, after licking her cheek,
He reared back (as if) to say the time was near
For them to play as she laughed and cried in a way-
Trying not to make a scene or
Frighten him away –
Those tears of joy which (on occasion)
Mark a new friendship or some fine discovery…
So, without a sound and no concerns
They ran with vigor,
Together in oneness they ran,
Through a bliss of trees and forest
Charms they ran, around obstacles together
And all things fallen they leapt lightly over, dancing
With sunlight fairies and shadows moving upon them, and
With them they ran as one with muscles straining to make the
Hill with the wind in their faces and hearts beating together they ran…
And when their time had ended she
Sang sweetly to him and he listened with
Head cocked and eyes wide pawing with eagerness
The ground at her feet because there was love between
Them and a curious kinship had blossomed

richard lloyd cederberg