In the howling night sky

When the wind whips at the trees

And the moon shines

On the frosty ground below

And the only vestige

That something has trod upon this wasteland

Is of the light prints

Of a malevolent beast

That has brought itself on this icy ground

In between the whispering trees

The breeze ruffles its fur

The tendrils snap at its paws

And the moon casts its cold glow upon the creature

The wolf’s eyes stare at the moon

As if provoking a challenge

But like the moon had spoken

The wolf turned and fled the scene

And this creature

With fur as silk

And eyes as stars

Whisks through the snowy ground

In search for a find

The moon follows its path

Boring its light on the trail

Of the wolfs trodden path

In search of its prey

But only does the moon see

That the wolf was not looking for a meal

But only the right place

Of where her cubs have been concealed

She walks up to them

Snow caked on her paws

And softly lays beside them

With a mother’s care 

And so the moon sees

That even through this harsh

Winters night

That even the most precious

Things may thrive

And in that final moment

In this winter’s night

The moon stops

 its winter light