Babbling brook beckons in early dawn
Nearby a doe drinks with her fawn
Wolf and his mate pause to drink
He calls his mate with a wolfish wink
Hunger put on hold as thirst they feel
A moment of closeness is revealed
Prey beware, they’re on the prowl
Great hunters they are with a unique style
Thirst now quenched, the hunt is on
Doe and fawn have quickly withdrawn
They have her scent; they begin the chase
Doe will soon lose this race
Fawn well hidden, doe leads them away
She becomes a meal for the gray
Wolves bay at the moon by night
Giving thanks in the pale moonlight