WOLF MOON
It is the deep snow time
When the deer and moose
Lie quietly under the pines
All is still movement muffled
By drifts of powder weighted bow
Ice on ponds tree branches
Crackling in the night
All illuminated by the
Bright orb passing overhead
Bringing day to night
It would be a time for sleep
If not for the depth of hunger
Pulling and tugging within
A howl pierces the muffled night
A cry of longing and need
We all join in as is our way
Our blood begins to surge
Instinct moves us out
Into the bright cloudless night
Our pups follow for a time
Then retreat back to the hollow
Their first year
A time to observe
When the sun returns
Warmth to our world
It will be the time for learning
Now they must wait
We move in line at first
Mimic leader’s stops and starts
Listening and sniffing the air
For signs of warm brothers
Who provide for us all
Frozen in mid step
For a time then moving closer
We spread apart connected
By sight alone step by
Careful step
