As the Winter snows fall,

tiny little flakes collect

upon the ground …

Paw prints leave tracks

signaling the wolf has

passed through here.

And as the setting Sun

wanes, Day gives birth

to Night …

Her howl goes out to

the Moon, who’s silvery

light casts a glow upon

the white, now glistening

within the light …

Yet, there is no reply this

night.  Her call goes unheard

by those of her kind.  The

Alpha now lone whispers

to the lady above in sadness.

Her mate, now gone, taken

by the hand of man.  Her pack

decimated by greed.