Wolf

The moon hangs low
it's light overcomes the dark
we gather round
in the clearing below

In sync we sing
different tones in harmony
to the Goddess of night
and the God of Eternity

We chant our tune
each howl comes from deep within 
such a magical sound
Here we are all kin

Slowly it fades
into the trees we run
Stalking our prey
The hunt of the wolves has begun

Misty Pearl Kesler
Copyright �2002 Misty Pearl Kesler