Howling Winter Wolves

The day is a gray one and bitter cold                                                                                           Wind slapping my face piercingly bold                                                                                             The snow is icy white, the top layer is hard                                                                                            My forced footsteps leave the service scarred

Not a sound is heard, noises freeze in mid air                                                                              Later the moon exposes that activity was their                                                                          Some rabbits, deer and even some wolf tracks                                                                     Leaving me to wonder, are they running in packs
 
Tired and hungry, I head back to my lodge                                                                               Safe, yet feeling there is something I just dodged                                                                looking out my window I see shadows prowling                                                                     There they are on the hill, I hear the wolves howling
Author Eileen Clark 2023
Painting by Eileen Clark