The Wolves of Luna

The full moon rises
Over the crisp, cool night
And the wolves howl
Beneath it's gentle light

The lupines sing
Of distant times
Honouring their ancestors
Seeking the wisdom of their minds

The furred ones call
Upon the stars
To carry their voices
From here to afar

Our friends with paws
Cry out, to the world
Recounting the stories
That have been unfurled

Our celestial mates
In this astral projection
Share with us the sounds
Of Nature's Perfection

Our dear tailed brothers
They mourn in fear
Lamenting a future
Where a wolf's song, falls on no ear

The full moon rises
Over the crisp, cool night
And the wolves sing their songs
For all those, who hear them, might

-Swiftpaw D. Fox, 2005