The Snow Wolf

The Moon was high and wind did blow when last I looked upon the Snow. A darkened night and freezing bed, though little danger lay ahead. I stood in twilight's stark embrace, the Winter biting at my face. The Morning broke with one sharp crack, the Dead leaves rustle at my back. I woke my cub to morning light, and prepared us for the daily fight. A simple life upon the snow, is all that we should ever know. Happy, free with no ill will, a day, perfectly fulfilled. Though cruelty finds us in the end, through a greedy predator and his friend. Whose heartstrings surely feel no tug, To see me laid out as a rug.