Listening to the sounds of the night
Crickets chirping while the wind whispers through the tall reeds.
Feeling the moons glow on my face warming my soul in the chill of the night.
Thrilling me with the desire for the hunt and churning my blood into a hot frenzy.
Tilting back his head our leader calls us to become one and eagerly we obey.
Romping and nipping each other in friendly greeting we wait for the action to begin.
As the Lord Wolf steps off into the shadows of the night we fan out at his heels.
Noses to the wind we search for the meal that will warm our tummies as well as our hearts.
Lowering himself signals sight of our prey instantly we all fallow suit.
Surrounding the buck with dozens of glowing eyes; he snorts with anxious twitches as he senses our presence.
The springing flight of our Lord leads us all to the kill; bringing down the deer in just moments.
Feasting in order from highest rank to lowest we each have our fill.
Dragging back to the den what is for the mother waiting; with pups sound asleep.
He nuzzles her gently as she cries for the young to wake and eat what the family has gathered.
Around the great rock we all lay contented full of love and good meal.
While you lay in your beds awake or asleep; the nights secrets we share with the moon in our keep.
So next time you hear our Lord and his howl you'll know that its us out on the prowl.
So keep the children safe in there beds for in the shadows we hunt;I think enough said. 
