Lullaby of the night
by Holly McDaniel, Knox, PA
The sweetest lullaby is sung to the breaking red moon
Hypnotizing everything its icy shadow touches
The wind whispers secrets
Of a pack’s next move
They go in for the kill
One step away
And each role is played
As the wintry flakes fall
The dangerous dance begins
To the music of the frosted night
One mistake could mean the end
Of your fiery might
The moose tries hard not to play prey
Beaten down like a desert’s sun
On a hot day
Its breath in smoke
It can’t stand it any longer
It gives itself up
Because it’s kill or be killed
In the obis of the wild
Strange as it is
This unique bond
One couldn’t live without the other
Or all would be lost