WOLVES

Wolves

The wolves of the night
Running, so silent
The sounds of thier breaths huffing,
Smoke rolling from thier mouths.
Stopping
All of them,
Pelts glittering in the moonlight.
One starts to howl,
Then another lifts its head
to the black sky and crys out with the first.
One after another
They join,
A beautiful chorus of yips, crys, whines,
and howls fill the night sky.
Then one jumps into the air with grace
and lands as though it was a feather.
Dance!
It seems to say.
Agian one after another they begin,
twirling, jumping, landing, bowing.
They looks as though they are shadows,
Dancing souls of the night...