I want to run with the wolves one night.
I want to howl at the full yellow moon.
I want to lope across snowy
Meadows, breathing crispy cool air and ex-
Haling warm steam that freezes on fur.
As dark will grow up cold, the pines will crack
And moan like frozen lakes.
Some black, some grey, some white we trek,
Silhouettes on white. Our eyes on high alert, noses
Fine-tuned, wet radar, searching for smells.
We exhilarate to honor pack and pride
To live as wolves who hunt, prowl, and run.
Thru dark cold joyous nights alive
With nothing but our beauty, truth, and freedom.