Forest Song

The majestic timber wolf trots through the misty spruce forest;

his breath steaming in the crisp, cold air;

mighty muscles rippling under a rich winter coat of grey, black, red and white;

pricked up, triangular ears;

a moist nose with a healthy sheen;

eyes as clear as a forest pool, striking amber;

trotting fluently over the soft leaf litter and leaping over mossy logs;

light streams through the leafy canopy, honeycombing the wolfs fur with gold;

the morning due spangling his fur with thousands of dazzling droplets of water;

the timber wolf lopes to the top of a sand stone ridge, then tilts back his muzzle and howls his song to the forest.