Cherokees understand and respect Mother Earth, we can relate and take on traits of our animal counterparts.

I, She Wolf, am alone in the moonlight and darkness of the night,
Passion is consuming me and my eyes glow bright.
A campfire is casting eerie shadows on my ivory skin,
The flames seem to lick my nude body, again and again.
I must find solace in the night, for I have no mate,
I howl at the moon, to lament my fate.
No male has been able to sate the hunger that burns within,
Many have tried, but have failed me again and again!
I am known to growl and claw, making them quake,
My personality is overpowering, too much to take.
I always resist advances until I must feed,
I always hope the next male can sate my need.
I am like my male counterparts, I hit and run,
I will only stay long enough for some fun.
No man shall put a collar on me, for I will run away,
I have never met the male that would make me want ro stay!
I find my aloneness to be best,
Since no male can pass my test.
My freedom is sweet, something I don't want to lose,
I howl at the moon, because it is what I choose.