Winter passed leaving the burrow empty
A wet wounded track wondered the woodland
That ascend steeps story after story
'Till a wolf cry be heard across the land
Then down to the trail of figs and fiddle
Where chase 'came calm and river became stream
Like solving a wild unbeknownst riddle
Chances did fade below the blue moonbeam

Aesthetic would the tulip of the hill
But the bloom dwindles on the canine's track
Huntsman did came last winter's haunting chill
Dispersed, but faith is the core of the pack
It's been an epic tale to save one's self
The wolf howl and hear echoes like itself