Wolf Mother

Is my blood so queer
From my wolf mother's own?
An eagle left seer
In my pained eyes it shown.

The bird's talons were red,
As my face, body, paw
Cut deep as they bled,
Turned deep red as I saw.

The snow turned crimson dyed,
As my mother soon saw.
She tried not to hide,
As the eagle then cawed.

She fought it away,
Three deep cuts in her skin.
In the snow I then lay,
and woke up with my kin.

My mother proved her boldness,
Against the mad eagle's claws.
And despite the coldness,
The eagle still caws,
In my dreams.