The Wolf And His Hunt

By Wolfspirit © 2001

 

The moon she hangs herself high tonight

She looks down to me with her smile

With her smile I can see into the night

I decided to roam out here for a while

 

The wind he brings me news swift and fast

from what he tells me there is a Elk near by

I hope It will stay I hope the scent will last

So I can call my brethren with my cry

 

The Elk, glorious and strong

he is of old age but of a feast he will make

So in mind I know to hunt him is no wrong

and bring him back home to the lake

 

I move steadily closer to the prey

I come closer and closer to its side

I’m very near to it now... no time to delay

no time to turn back... no time to hide...

 

I took a chance and leap for its throat

I clamped down hard and brought it down

it kicked me hard in the chest like a goat

but I gave it a final blow and its mighty head hit the ground

 

I won this fight from this nobly beast

I cried for my brethren to come

we had at the lake a wonderful feast

and we sang till the marching of the Sun