Aye! Do You hear the howl and cries,
Of the wolves as they go by?
There they go, in hunting bands,
In this wintry wonderland,
There they go, fast and fleet,
Chasing a deer, which will be their meat,
With fang, tooth and claw,
And a swipe of the paw,
The deer lets out a bawl,
As it stumbles and falls,
With a tear of the throat,
The wolves gather and gloat,
Over the prey,
They caught this fine day.
February 15th 2013, 3:21 pm
