Valley of the Wolf by anon

A Dark Form Looms By
A Glinting Streak of Black
The Silence of the Night
Broken
By a Howl
Then
The Light Crunching
Of Paw Steps in the Snow
He Climbs the Ridge
and Stands Proudly Over his Valley
Watching
The Gleam of the Moon
Exposing Clearly
The Ripples of Muscles Highly Used
Underneath his Fur
A Tree Stirs Below Him
He Flicks His Ears
The Wind Beginning to Blow
His Tail Wafting in the Breeze
He looks About
The Moon Lit Forest
Trees Become Still
He Lowers Himself
Against the Rock
His Muzzle On His Paws
Eyes Closing
All Is Quiet
In The Valley of the Wolf