Wolf Tracks

The wolf stands on the edge of the clearing,
his steely eyes surveying the dark tundra.

He is alone but not lonely,
hungry but not afraid.

Somehow, he knows that he has been here before,
but won't pass this way again.

He has miles left to his journey,
and many rivers yet to cross.

The silvery moon beckons in the cold distance,
just as the wind begins to howl.

Suddenly, he shakes the dust from his paws,
and silently he is gone.

C.Maze