Wolves Call
Whoo he calls
velvet night his feet silent
with hungers call alone he races
faster than the winds
his prey he chases
soft the stars see him
through the woods
through the pass
he is ghost, whisper, and dash
flash of teeth
balanced pounce
a feast for us
meat sweet, each ounce
once master of these hills
now he struggle for life
he will not cease this chase
life is his, He wins this race
Whoo he calls
his song makes you tremble
in this night
and with magic
disappears in your firelight
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copyright © 1999 By Sean
