A poem for the Night

Fur dark as night and grey as a silver mist. They hunt as one in the grasslands running wild and free. Oh to be with them that is the wish we share. To run and play with the pack to work as a team. I know that they will come running across the land with their fur dark as night. As they appear we run toward them and play in the sun. But even though the pack left they returned to reunite us and to protect the land they love. The bond we share will never break as we work together as one with our fur dark as the night.