The Cry of Winter

Have you ever heard a wolf cry to the blue corn moon?

The breath of the beast is thick in the air,

he runs panting along but taking so much care.

He halts!

Sniffs the air.

He lowers his head and looks around,

this way and that he looks but nothing is found.

He runs!

Into the night he shoots.

Bounding through trees and branches and brush,

how quietly its done that you only hear a hush.

He breathes!

One breath, two.

Who is the magnificent creature,

can you tell from it's crafty feature.

He halts!

Stares up into the sky.

He sees the ancestors of his past,

and the eagle that guards the vast.

He howls!

A sad sorrowful cry.

With his lids now covering his golden eyes,

it is the truth he does not disguise.

It is winter, therefore the long nights.

But in return, an endless string of flights.

It is winter, dress up warm.

He wishes you a safe trip, through your winter storm.


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