She walks by the river wild
in floating mist,
the ancient cedars tall and dark
against gray skies.
She hears a branch snap sharply underfoot
and senses a sudden movement
from the corners of her eyes.
Gray shifting shapes
are flitting through the trees,
silent and watchful,
heads and tails aloft.
Gray wolf family
elusive, wild and free,
dogging her every step
with footfalls soft.
The water roars its song
and fast away
the wild creatures run
to the safety of their den.
Tonight they'll howl
their wild song to the moon
Tomorrow the forest
will be theirs again.
