I will always look at the moon
Howl with the wolves
Dance with the dragons
In silver beams breaking through clouds
I will feel the earth underneath bare feed
Kick up brown leaves as I run through winter woods
My breath puffy clouds leading the way
Brother wind howl with me
Hunter’s moon
Wolf’s moon
Wild child dancing
Snow falling now
Thick flakes dwindle to the ground
I run faster
Two feet
Four paws
Thudding
In unison
Frozen ground
We are hunting
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