King of the Night

Standing on a hill in the cold blue night With its snout pointed at the yellow moon The lone grey wolf howls out with all its might The chilling sound like a sudden typhoon In a distant house, the young mother stirs Her dreams are troubled by the lonely sound Her baby sleeps on, covered in warm furs Oblivious to all happenings around She wakes and rises, leaving her warm bed Looks out the window, to the moonlit hill Sees the silhouette of the canine wild bred She turns back to see her child sleeping still Out there the wolf reigns as king of the night But in her house, the tiny king sleeps tight