Howling Winter Wolves

The day is a gray one and bitter cold Wind slapping my face piercingly bold The snow is icy white, the top layer is hard My forced footsteps leave the service scarred Not a sound is heard, noises freeze in mid air Later the moon exposes that activity was their Some rabbits, deer and even some wolf tracks Leaving me to wonder, are they running in packs Tired and hungry, I head back to my lodge Safe, yet feeling there is something I just dodged looking out my window I see shadows prowling There they are on the hill, I hear the wolves howling Author Eileen Clark 2023