Beneath A Hunter's Moon

" Beneath A Hunter's Moon "

When all a summer's meadow sleeps,
their howls will fill the air
and high upon a rocky bluff
the wolves will guard their lair.

In lonely croons beneath the moon
they mourn the one who passed.
In somber shades of twilight's song,
forever, legends last.

They trek across the driven snow
to where the trout stream bends,
breaking paths through winter's wrath
the struggle never ends.

The frozen land is home to them,
they call the mountain friend.
Children of the moon and stars,
run wild with the wind.

So once again the night will call
and draw them to their prey
and they will gather on the bluff
where wind and moonlight play.