Wolf

to the fictional shadows
Where wisdom and need
Where the anticipation
Of predators feed
The great forboding
The prophetic eye
That looks down on each night
From its place in the sky

The great flow of energy
The oracle who
Has an intelligence
That when on view
Sends oblivion packing
And expectations
The lingering fortune
Of past revelations

Listen well if you will
Of the howl of the wind
The whine of the wild
For we are destined
Inclined to remind
That behind every tree
A shadowy figure
Waits patiently

WOLF They great flow of energy