When all a summer's meadow sleeps, <br />their howls will fill the air <br />and high upon a rocky bluff, <br />the wolves will guard their lair. <br /> <br />In lonely croons beneath the moon <br />they mourn the ones who passed; <br />in somber shades of twilight's song, <br />forever legends last. <br /> <br />They trek across the driven snow <br />to where the trout stream bends; <br />breaking paths through winter's wrath, <br />the struggle never ends. <br /> <br />The frozen land is home to them, <br />they call the mountain friend. <br />Children of the moon and stars <br />run wild with the wind. <br /> <br />So once again the night will call <br />and draw them to their prey <br />and they will gather on the bluff; <br />when wind and moonlight play.<br /><br />t.l. finch<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beneath-a-hunter-s-moon/
