The wolf sniffs the air

With great pleasure.

It is quiet in the moonlight

And it’s rays fall like magic

Upon his thick, silver tipped coat,

Bathing him in a white, radiant

Glow of  tranquility.

He revels in his solitude,

Content to be without thought,

Using only his senses to travel

The darkness of the velvet night.

His strength flows through his

Powerful body like a never-ending river.

His courage resides in his soul,

And his heart beats in tune with

All that surrounds him in the dark.

He is mindful of all things moving and

Knows he is one with the universe.

He finds sweet serenity in such solitude.

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