THE WOLF

Beauty, grace and splendor,
The Wolf so tender.

Living in the Arctic cold,
The wolf she loves will not
Grow old!

With eyes so deep cold steelish blue,
He seems to stare inside of you.

Hunting moose and caribou,
Little mules and rabbits too!

With a coat of smooth metallic gray,
He leaps upon his helpless prey!

With powerful jaws he downs his catch,
No great power does he lack!

A great divine essence,
Dwells within his presence.

How he perceives, how he feels,
Majestic, beauty nature reveals.

Beauty grace and splendor,
The Wolf so tender.