snug in my bed while the snow lays deep. A wolf calls the pack to hunt.

Last night the Wolves called. Before the dawn glow With the moon slipping away In addition, cold breathing from snow. The world is hushed, asleep. But No! From far away, Wolf calls- Answered by the pack. I love it when I wake like this morning early and I hear the Wolves calling each other to the kill. I will not think of the kill, my mind sees those beautiful creatures wild, free, working together, family. A psychologist I was seeing once, suggested that I myself was a free spirit, trapped in conventional Suburbia. I do not know about that, I think that I am just a nature nut! Haiku. burning gleam of eyes. stand silent up wind from prey call the pack, come feed. ©hjv