The lone wolf responded to my howl. I was parked by a Christmas tree farm, and it was a beautiful starlit evening. The lone wolf not only howled back to me they imitated my howl. I tried a singing howl. That’s an amazing feat because I’m more than likely tone deaf. Or so I’ve been told. Either way the singing wolf sang back to me. This exchange went on for a few more singing howls. Because of that exchange I won’t call them its. I don’t know whether the lone wolf was a male or female. All I know to be true is that I heard an individual singing with me, and in that stand of Christmas trees we connected. Music was the language that connected us. There’s so much more to learn about these remarkable beings.
Published by Rachel Tilseth
I take the Name Singing Tree from my 3rd great-grandmother Keziah Singing Tree Tebeau a Canadian First American.I am a educator, fine artist, writer and environmentalist. I live and work in Menomonie. Im View all posts by Rachel Tilseth