The Wolf's Song (A challenge Poem)

The Wolf's Song His eyes, they glow wicked and wild in the darkness of the land, Gazing over the earth's plush skin, made by God's own hand. Easing through the brush; past pine, around blue sage; No man could keep this mystical beast forever in a cage. He struggles for survival, hunger growling past his jaws, Stalks his prey, food for the day; he lives by his own laws. By day, he soaks in the sun beneath pines or on granite rock. By night, he stretches muscles taut, preparing for the stalk. He is reveared and deathly feared by creatures large and small. His coat of gray can be seen by day, but by night, not at all. His existence is his own, he will fight, deadly, to lead a pack, But in his mind, he trusts not a soul, forever peering back. And to a pregnant moon he fulfills his yearning to cry out. His chilling, ghostly song, is heard amidst the land throughout. This mystical beast will forever live by the laws of his own land. His song, no doubt, will live throughout, time with no second hand. kvwriterFor Silent Wolf, who said he wanted somebody to write a poem about a wolf. I wrote this quick, but I hope you and everyone else enjoys it nonetheless. kvwriter Written February 13th, 2002 © on Feb 13 2002 02:36 PM PST, Kelly Varner Johnson   9 • 0 • 13