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
Copyright © Bruce Horick | Year Posted 2016
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