At the top of the hill
A dark shadow sits in grace
Against the silent sky,
A lonely wolf of silver nights
Silent paws move
Upon the softness of sparkling
Fresh fallen snow,
Emerald embers glowing,
Sharp and clear eyes
He stops in his tracks,
Head raised proudly,
Strong howls joining in the wind,
All creatures stop transfixed
Under the watchful moon
A ghostly shadow
Watching, seeing, sniffing,
Stalking his prey,
Attacking in swift moves
Hunting to feed his need
A noble spirit
Strong and proud,
As free as the wind,
Roaming the endless plains
…The call of the wild