Strikes me
As I slip through the trees
Stealthily creeping through the valley
Waiting for my prey to wander and stray
The scent of elk is clear and fresh
Chasing, bounding after one
He is still weak and young
The hunt is on
I’m ready to run
Abruptly done
They were quickly outrun
My pearl-white coat
Appears to float
Across this sea of snow
I gracefully bound across the lake
Covered with snowflakes
I howl at the moon
Tall and proud
Clear and loud
The snow falls down
Without a sound
Without a sound