I

Tracking through the woods,

Searching for prey

The wolf seeks fulfillment

II

Lonely the wolf sits,

Bidding his time.

Moving only when fortune favors.

III

In the clearing the sheep tend the pasture

The wolf waits,

Never to be called by a master.

IV

In crimson red snow,

A yearling wolf breathes its last breath.

Taking a chance but losing life’s grasp.

V

Dark night skies outline a crouching wolfs hide.

High up on the mountain top,

Alone he cries for the moon to reply.

VI

Rushing rivers pass,

Salmon swimming towards the spawning,

Alone the wolf waits for the challenge.

VII

A mother watches her cubs,

Teaching her ways and leading them naught astray,

For in these days a wolf is either made or left to stay.