• Wolf Pack Melody

    The curtain opened.
    He walked up the hill and stood at the top.
    Others stood at the bottom silently,
    Watching, waiting for something to happen.
    Suddenly, a loud note sang though the sky.
    It was long and crisp, a mellowish note.
    The song had begun.
    The wolf sang a song that sung of hunting,
    The zigzagging rabbits that ran swiftly.
    The horns of a buck that caused many deaths.
    A swift, cold, chilling breeze swept through the pack.
    The sky was clear and the stars shone bright.
    The solo went on.
    The others waited as if for a cue,
    Heads lifted high, they joined in on the song.
    A choir of canines clothed in gray robes,
    Some sang melody, some sang harmony,
    All blended together in unison,
    The wolves sang aloud.
    The choir stopped and the solo began,
    It was as loud and as crisp as before.
    His microphone was the mountains and hills,
    The howling echoed for miles around.
    The suddenly silence surrounded them,
    The song had ended.
    His head held high and his tail in the air,
    He sprinted down the hill, which was his stage.
    Then from all around, birds began to chirp.
    The wolves then began to bark their applaud.
    Even the shining stars seemed to approve.
    The curtain had closed.