The Wolves

The wolves trotted along the canyon rim
Below, the snowy landscape of rocks and trees
The grey sky is just as cold as the temperature
Above the canyon an American Eagle wings

In the wilderness the Timber Wolves hunt
White tail deer pause, listen and freeze
Snowflakes spin and twirl to the earth
An elk decides its best now to leave

The night sky blazes with the Northern Lights
Painting the snow green that the wolves travel through
A distant wolf's mournful howl rings far and wide
Now the aurora borealis shifts from purple, red then blue

The wolves trotted along the snowy canyon rim
Never once glancing down to the snow below
A distant wolf calls but the wolf pack continues on
From the grey sky twirls an increasing amount of snow

Reviews

[Black Cat Fever]

Fantastic, paints a beautiful picture of wolves in the wild, your words are outstanding here.

[Star Wolf]

I love wolves, this is one awesome and fantastic write. Excellent rhyming in telling this wolf tale.