As dusk settles on the land like lavender confetti
a pearl moon peeks out
from behind sable silhouettes of trees
It rises unscathed above silver serrated mountain ridges
draping itself with and dragging
white lace mists gathered from mirror lakes
to blend with grey blue clouds on a burgundy horizon

Softly at first
filters up the heart beat of the forest
Deep melodic tones conceived in wild throats

"Rejoice!"

echoing through the valleys and floating into the sky
A chorus of feral voices celebrate the moon
call to comrade and kin

Raise jubilant prayers

"Lament your dead"
"Grow strong your young"
"Good hunting brothers"
"Warm life's blood"
"Sweet waters"
and "Light snow in winter"

Silent footsteps slip past tangled thickets
hiding spotted statue still scentless fawns in shadow
White gray black spectral forms
shrouded in fur
glide through the wood
Steaming muzzles test crisp air for scent
gold eyes reflected blue in the moonlight
implore shimmering beams

"Come run with the pack and join the hunt"

Sleek sinuous streaks stealthily stalk
life dance
the chase
and revel in the kill

Dawn sends the raven heavens soaring
as saffron fingers stretch over the mountains
First light reaches for the valleys touching verdant earth
illuminating living colors
white throated, blue winged and crimson chested
that sing the morning welcome

Stomachs full in slow breath contented slumber
blissfully ignorant of the brightening day
Peacefully sated one more day's existence
retiring satisfied
the moon awaits 
the next serenade