ArtI am an artistI begin with onlyA pencil and paper.Lines form,Making no sense in their placementSlowly, a picture takes shapeIt is a man in a headdress.A wolf pelt covers him,Like protection by the wolf spirit,As he delicately strokes the feathersOf a wise, intelligent owl.As these details take shape,So does his story Standing on a hillsideThe man in the headdress stands,Watching the blazing sun descendInto the dark forest.He walks on,A shine to his eyes,Determined to reach his destination.The lone figure seems exposed,Naked to the surrounding darkness.But as the sun falls A white surrounds th