There's something in the air,
cold winter stares.
Carrion of the deer seems fair
and the sun stops its glares.

The pack of wolves left,
leaving their food untouched.
For a moment,
the feast was great,
but the storms greater.
The pack howled for the unseen moon,
retreating to their home, their shelter.

Carrion of the deer seems fair
with the snow and nature's affair.