A silhouette against the ground
Striding across its battleground
Watch it as it comes around
Never lost yet never found

A silver streak against the night
A pounce, a ****, with all its might
A piercing call towards the moon
Through the black, ferocious wood

The wolf is a comet, darting by
The wolf is a stalker, sneak and pry
The wolf is the fox of the night sky
The wolf, the wolf with the hunter’s eye

Of the woods it flies, of the moon it sings
It presides over all the forest things
It readies its paw, starts to spring
Soaring across the sky as if on wings

Ferocious in fight
Tenacious in plight
The wolf is a hunter at heart
Never with the night or the woods will it part.