Wolf

A yellow moon sets low in the horizon; this is its eye.
The gray morning dawn covers the sky; this is its fur.
The rocky canyon and cliffs speak danger; this is its talon.
Stars fade and twinkle in the light; this is its intelligence.
The summer breeze is its soft and lonely howl.
The vast and stormy ocean is the bubbling stream of which it drinks,
The never ending circle of time is the prey it chases.
The most beautiful wolf is all around us, yet we do not see.