Note: I was just in a mood again, and this came to me in a song. The tune I can't really describe, except that it is pretty fast, and it is original. but any commas or punctuation that is in the wrong place was meant to be there. Also, if you know that you'll get confused with it, then treat it as a free verse poem, only ignore the misplaced punctuation. Song version is for the brave people out there.

My grey fur pelt slides into the night, and my white snow chest stands like, a star, and my brown bark eyes stare at, what lies beyond...

and I howl at the moon and the stars so bright, and the pack, behind me, bows with fright, and the owls, above in the sky so black, dive and swoop and kill.

And I run through the forest with all my might, and the deer, in front, bound and dive, and I give myself to the chase.

and I howl at the moon and the stars so bright, and the pack, Behind me bows with fright, and the mice in their holes, with their ears laid back, scream in fear, as we pass...

Oh, it, is great to be a wolf, with fangs of ivory and pelt of smoke, to be king of the forest and lord of the trees, with a pack at your heels and your face to the breeze...

And I howl at the moon and the stars so bright, and the pack, behind me, bows in fright, and the red-fox with, the tail so white, yips and runs away...

So I glide like a ghost through the night so black, and the wind and the stars, follow me back, to the cave of dreams and the cave of hopes, where the cub-mothers lay, with eyes like smoke.

And I howl at the moon and the stars so bright, and the pack, behind me, bows in fright, and the white-wolf lays on a bed of grass, with a whole deer-buck, for her repast,

and the grey-wolves of, the mountain pack, with claws of coal and eyes of jet, bay at the sun in the sky.

But I howl at the moon and the stars so bright, and the pack, behind me, bows in fright, as the sun sinks down, with ease and grace, staining the green-grass red.

Oh, it, is great to be a wolf, with fangs of ivory and pelt of smoke, to be king of the forest and lord of the trees, with a pack at your heels and your face to the breeze!

AN: this thing will be constantly edited, just to let you know. This is only my second free verse poem and my first song, if you chose to treat that way, so I would really like some reviews. thanks!

~Miri the winged