Wolfsong
The
song of the wolf is heard through the night,
Calling and singing to her Brothers and Sisters.
Her voice, it is clear as she sounds her cries,
Joyous or angry she is clearly heard.
Patrolling
the borders,
Protecting those within,
She is gentle and loving
Or vicious and grim.
Protecting
her loved ones is her main aim.
Sacrificing if needed to see them all gain.
Love is her strength and her weakness
Her heart, wild not tame.
Beware
those who threaten,
She defends in an instant.
For those who are kind
She is friendly and caring
Dawnwind
k’Shaya
December 7, 2001