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Cry Of The Wolf
In a deep desolate forest He resumes his lonesome vigilance
In the darkness of the night And walks on with a prowl
A fabulous lone wolf
Is hunting for his life In a lonely empty clearing
His coat is soft and thick Atop a snow drenched hill
And mixed with dark and light He points his nose
His senses keen and sharp Into the air and howls
As the blade of a knife He's listening for return calls
But there's only silence still
He stalks his prey alone now Nothing but the shuffling
As he lost his pack in fight And hooting of the owls
The stillness of the night air
Pricks his senses keen He journeys onwards through the cold
He tastes the air and stealthily And darkness of the night
He moves through the night Never ceasing
Silently he stalks Always seeking his own kind
Carefully he goes unseen He'd never back away
Should a wolf pack want a fight
His prey is small and wily Self preservation is
An injured lonesome hare The only thought in his mind
He knows that he can have him
iI he's wise As the dawn draws closer still
He approaches it from down wind And daylight starts to creep
So the hare is unaware He offers one last howl
And strikes and makes a kill Up to the moon
Then howls up to the skies Still there's no return call
And he looks around for sleep
The howl is one of victory His weary body needs
Of prowess and of gain Some rest real soon
He sounds his howl out
Long and clear precise He lays upon a bed of snow
He eats his meal so gracefully With protection at his back
Sated once again Gives in to the tiredness
Conscious that the nourishment And is asleep real soon
Retains him in his life And in his dreams his howls
aAe answered by a running pack
Now his appetite is repleted And they all stand and howl
And he can afford a break Up to the moon
He looks up to the moon
To give a howl Jane Shields (C)
His existence is precarious
Friendships he must make
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