Howl

The call of the wild is strong.

Howl

Padding softly through the forest
Allowing not a sound
My yellow orbs piercing the black
searching all around

Sleek gray fur warms me
in the cool damp night
the distance shortens as
my loping gaits acheived.

Soon atop the highest peak
the moon is calling to me
Lifting my face to it's shine
I loose the cry within.

Where are you my brethern?
It's time for the hunt to begin.