Wolf of dusk and dawn,
Your fur echos much lost,
Though you are but nature's pawn,
You survive through many frost.

Your pack is long forgotten,
Their scent is gone and stale,
The kills you made all rotten,
Their bones all broken and frail.

The moon you howl at in the night,
The bright glow showing your path,
The creatures do not give you a fright,
For you do not fear nature's wrath.

Alone you roam the wood,
Through many a times have you shown,
In the grass where none have stood,
It is the world in which you own.