WolvesRunning through the snow,Wolves8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
picking up speed.
Leaving trails of prints behind,
as the wolves take the lead.
Nothing but a blur, as they pass.
White as the snow.
Panting as they run,
Showing no signs of slow.
The wolves move swiftly around,
Dodging every tree, every rock.
But so silently as they do it,
There is nothing here to mock.
They climb a hill, to the very edge.
In the distance hoots a snow owl.
The wolves gather round,
and great the moon with a howl.