Wolf Moon

 

Two furred creatures meet in the night

shadows from their bodies cast from bright light.

 

One voice then another, echoes below.

    Brings to life sleeping forms, burrowed deep in drifted snow.

                                                                                                                                                                 

The pair, joined by others, voices rising through the pines.

Chorus sweet, almost chilling, calling wild in the night.   

 

Gathered now, the pack together, their mission to hunt for food.

Silent movement, almost as one, underneath a crisp Wolf Moon.

~    Shari Jardina  ~

 

Wolf Moon photo taken January 2005