Wild

A captured moment poem about an imagined place.

A howl rose from the red wolf's throat,

The stillness answered only with crickets.

The call of an owl as it beckoned another home.

A fox ran through the thicket of the forest,

Its partner close by,

The gentle swishing of grass,

The pad of their feet upon the soft earth.

An owl answered the calls of it's mate,

A delicate hoot and flutter,

Settling in within the trees,

Ruffling their feathers one last time,

Snuggling in close to the one they had chosen.

A fog plagued the night's air as it draped over the land,

A blanket of darkness,

Cool sensations filled with comfort for many.

The warm breeze that once gave hope now vacant from the air,

Hindered by the fog, were the creatures who chose to roam.

No answer came to the howl of the wolf as the fog lay upon the valley.

Even the rebellious crickets had given way to the fog so warm.

Its meek amber eyes watching over the forest through the fog.

The wolf paced silently along the foggy field dodging trees and shrubs.

The fox lay sleeping curled with it's only.

The fog of night had swept the land and so it would be held.

Author's Note

I wrote this a while ago and I'm curious for advice on how to go about revising this.