Howling in the dark of night
     with eyes of an amber gleam
Sleek and swift on the prowl
     the wolf is rarely seen

Embedded tracks while on the move
     are the only signs he gives
Watching - stocking - killing prey
     is how the creature lives

Roaming - searching - a thirst for blood
     the night for him is long
His mood is fierce - the hunger grows
     as the hunt continues on

When morning nears, he's had his fill
     he'll rest inside the den
And wait until the night moon shines
     to start the hunt again

                                     Janet Willis