Canis Lupis, your silver coat’s, light
Reflected by moonlight’s eerie glow,
Sheds glimpses of you in hunt of night
With your pack in quiet stealthy show.
The mystery in your feral song
Enchants the heart of this solemn soul,
As the pack chimes in to sing along;
To feed your young, swells your lofty goal.
Respected by the Native people
Who knew you helped the balance of life,
Long ago you hunted together
Until settlers filled your life with strife.
They killed you off in such great numbers
Your species almost became extinct.
But once protected you've multiplied
To roam the woodlands by your instinct.
Now once again we hear your wolf songs
As you call out to your pack in tune.
And they respond and the hunt is on
Engulfed by light of the silver moon.
© Connie Marcum Wong
Note: I forgot to enter this in Casarah's contest after writing it especially for it!
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