White Wolf
the moon is full,
the sky, crystal clear.
the stars all aglow,
his howl I do hear.
fresh tracks in the snow,
leave little doubt.
northern lights put on a show,
my white wolf is about.
my heart skips a beat,
when I see his nose raised high.
his howl echoes deep,
in the crisp february sky.
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