A misty moon, a soulful tune
a ghostly howl, a silent growl
Spirit sounds, doing the rounds
Unwavering souls, commit to roles
A profile, we accept and see
In the forest glade now honestly
Keen of eye, and fleet of foot
Strong and powerful, thus was put
In the darkest places, silently
His silhoutte seen distantly
The wilderness is their backyard
In packs they hunt always on guard.

Their innate power where shadows fly
At the break of Dawn a collective sigh
A powerful pallete of fallen snow
Sets the path where all must go
The Buffalo graze in earnest, they
Monopolize the grass today
But the wolves can reason and quietly try
To listen intently knowing now why
Below the snow a rodent child
May succumb to attack most wild
That sudden pounce a morsal waits
Clearly in the direst straights
Sensitive souls, creatively try
The forest sounds to vivify
Eternal spirits, they've become
Hard as nails hearts of a drum
That wills them onwards, destiny
Will see them conquer fearfully
A misty moon, a soulful tune
Blood curdling howls its coming soon
He who dares to seek redress
Will draw the pack and create the stress
The wounded beast may present the feast
In a frenzed dance all is released
Blood soaked jowls bone crunching fangs
As Dawn sweeps in the spirit hangs
And a peacefulness spreads ore the land
And a fire is cooled by his mighty hand.