EVENING SOUNDS

AT DUSK OF THE EVENING, IN THE FOREST GLADE,

THERE IS MOVEMENT AMONG THE LEAVES.

THERE ARE SOUNDS FLOATING IN THE AIR,

THE SOUNDS THAT THE NIGHT WINDS LEAVE.

ANOTHER SOUND PERMEATES THE AIR,

IT IS MOURNFUL, YET LOVELY TO HEAR.

THE CALL OF THE WOLF, THE BEAUTIFULWOLF,

RINGS THROUGH THE COOL NIGHT AIR.

HE IS CALLING HIS MATE, HIS LIFE-LONG LOVE,

TO MEET HIM AT THEIR LAIR.

THE PUPS ARE AWAITING THEIR FEEDING-TIME,

AND THE MOTHER MUST HURRY THERE.

SHE ANSWERS HIS SPINE-TINGLING HOWL

WITH ONE OF A DIFFERENT NOTE.

SHE HURRIES HOME TO FEED HER PUPS

THEN SHE CLEANS AND CURRIES THEIR COATS.

THEY SOON ARE ASLEEP IN THE DEPTHS OF THE DEN,

AND THE ADULTS GO LOOKING FOR FOOD.

THE MALE IS DOMINANT, SHE DOES WHAT HE SAYS.

THAT THEY ARE MATES FOREVER IS UNDERSTOOD.

THE EVENING SOUNDS DO ABOUND

WITH MURMURINGS AND HOWLINGS AND HOOTS,

BUT THE WOLF IS THE KING OF THE FOREST GLADES,

WHILE THE BIRDS ALL GO HOME TO ROOST.

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