Page 27 - PoemsNeathTheWesternSky

The campfire flickered it's amber glow as a distant wolf broke the silence
with his mournful sound. The old cowboy wondered what Mr. Wolf would say if joined
him round the fire just once to speak his piece.

Wolf

I know where you’ve been hiding

I watch you where you sleep

I stroll among the hunters

I live in mountains high and steep

I melt away in silence,
I know I'm never there.

I dream along with dreamers,

I give the nights a scare