Sweet Moon
The moon sits high in the sky tonight
Giving off a tender and pale glow
She shines down upon all of her children
Carefully watching the hunter below
He hid among the shadows
Careful lest he make a sound
His eyes cast a golden light around him
He travels quietly along the ground
His breath comes out in the form of clouds
His ears listen for any noise
He hears his prey and stands ready
A hunter's grace for a hunter's poise
The gentle doe has no idea
She doesn't suspect a thing
He watches her for many moments
Still amazed at what the night could bring
At last he sprang at her
Giving off a single growl
He stood again filled with adrenaline
Ending the hunt with a single howl
A wolf he is and a wolf he'll remain
A creature that leaves you with fright
A thing of beauty in the forests
A hunter of the night