• Wolves
    Roaming through the night,
    Leaping here to there.
    Howling at moons,
    Preying on small animals.
    At the dead of nights,
    You can hear them howling.
    In packs full of wolves,
    Because they always stick together.
    The swift wind blows cold,
    Their wispy white fur keeps strong.
    The night is so very dark,
    Yet their sharp eyes, Shining bright,
    Still shine through the night.