Moving through the trees..running
With scent of leaves and moss
Grey fur flashes through patches of
Moon light the wolf stalks it’s prey
Above, in the zephr wind sharp eyes
Stare down, soaring on the thermals
never missing a meal
In the clearing where the trees parted
a rabbit stopped to sniff the air
A shadow appears, the rabbit now a
feast the wolf now sated. It’s soul
Fulfilled,the forest was quiet..for now
Moving like a ghost dipping, soaring
then dives, a squirrel runs out on a limb
to slow to avoid the talons
The hawk lands on a high boulder to savor
his meal, and for now the sky is peaceful
Until it is time to hunt once more
And for now all that is moving is the wind
and the trees.