The wolf is always hunting.
A loner, but never alone
Her pack keeps her safe
The moon sparkles overhead
Like glitter in your hair
And she howls…
…not for anguish, but
for freedom, for expression
Because she knows
She can do anything
Encouraged she leads the hunt
Her sharp teeth drip
With the blood of the rabbit
She carries, gently she sets
Down her catch
The rabbit hopping away
Free because that was
Not the point.
The point
is the wolf is always hunting.
