Wolf

Howl at the moon, o mighty friend, for no one can hear you.

I wonder how far you will run, deeper, deeper, deeper, into the mysterious, idyllic forest.

She smells like tangy tree sap and mud from the misty creek.

She sounds like a deep, powerful midnight howl at the moon.

I watch her hunt with her pack. They are strong and somehow tranquil.

I wonder how far the lush, beautiful, mysterious forest reaches. What wonders lie deeper than I have ever ventured?

I ask her what lies deeper. She does not answer but leads me further into the forest.

Howl at the moon, o mighty friend, for no one can hear you.