Child of Gaia
He prowls along the endless tundra
A shadow against the silver snow.
His soft steps crush the frozen grass
Sending a shrew scurrying below.
Black as the midnight hour
With a cloak of stormy skies.
A crescent moon scars his brow
Blazing fallen starts for eyes.
He lurks along the frosty dunes
Talking unwary prey.
His thunderous growl sends all fleeing
The snow parts to give him way.
The wolf pauses atop a jagged cliff
Bathed in the full moon's light.
He howls once, long and low
And disappears into the night.
by Shane Paek ©