Wolf Poems

Hear the Wolf howl of delight, under the pale moon lite.See the amber glow in the dark of the nite.Hear the pack, brothers and sisters, sing in pure delight as the nite comes, as the nite comes.Under the moon and under the stars they run, pure freedom, pure love, pure alive.

 The feel of fresh air blowing the fur, the feel of the known path under paw.Amber eyes close and familiar scents abound.The pack runs thru the dark of nite, close knit, bonded.See the scurry, sense the fear, prey comes quick, the hunt begins.

 Amber eyes glow from the darkness, breath steams in the moonlite.Slowly he steps from the dark, darker than nite, the wolf comes.Black shaggey fur wind swept and shiney.A scar crossing his eye from days long past.He wears his age well this master of the nite.Up the path he trots, up to his wind swept clifftop he goes.Looking down over wood and valle He has known for many a year.He lifts his massive black fured head and howls long and eerily into the nite, His long beautiful song.

 Beneath the star lite sky, under the crescent moon, a shadow moves darker than the nite herself.Amber eyes aglow as he trots down the path.The wind caressing and blowing his fur.He is master of the nite and Lord of the deep wood.He is the Spirit of mountain and forest.He comes as a shadow in the nite.

The thunder crashes and the lightening flashes heavy rains fall and the Earth is cleansed.Out of the storm the amber eyes blaze as the rain lessens, the clouds slip away.

 As the cool mountain air brings on the nite.Amber eyes shine in the darkening eve.Black of coat,scar running down over his left eye.He has seen much in the passage of time.He trots from his cave high within his mountain fortress.Looking down from clifftop he surveys the valleys and woods below.Raising his massive black shaggy head he howls long and eerily into the darkening nite for all to hear.Letting all his brothers and sisters know He is Here he has awakened
 To hear their howl amongst the wood is pure music to the ear.The pad of the foot,the puff of breath in the cold nite air.They are the elusive shadows that rule the wild places.They guard  the mountain and wood,watching,listening,singing into the nite.They are the true Spirit of the wild and their call needs to be heard far and near.
 The time of the Fullmoon,time of the Wolf Banes bloom.The howl in the still of the nite.The, fog concealing all, the amber eyes aglow, the pad of paw, the puff of breath.Silent shadows of the nite, slipping thru the shades of the fog.Eyes aglow, ears alert, noses sensing all.They move as one slipping thru the nite.Brothers and sisters all, pack united unto death.