| Posted On: | 2006-04-04 00:00:00 |
upon a jegged outcropping spire
shadowed and starkly lit by moonlight
this one sits, curiously sniffing air
in the graceful relaxed way of its kind
a long and sorroful howl, faint and distant
one stands and leans forward as if to leap
though nothing more stirs save the wind
satisfied one returns to her sitting place once more
she could call out, send up a cry
with a tapestry of lights to frame her
powerful and wise for her stature
the song would travel far and wide
after a time she stands once more
the shadow outline of her silouette sparkling
she takes a royal stance arching proudly
sends a haunting echo of song into space
wether it be unheeded or unhear
for a time she stands and awaits reply
absent a return one faces the moon
indignantly she once more howls her cry
will she call out again when no reply comes
from atop this jagged moonlit peak
a creature of the song and the night
oh fearless she wolf to whom do you speak
