Dawn

Dawn

Timberwolves run through the night

Abscense Absence here of day and light

Hunting, chasing, steps strides are long,

joining others in moonlit song.

Clever enough to run a maze,

the sly fox rakes his watchful gaze

across the landscape for his prey,

blue eyes icy and sharp as the jay's.

And perched up above them in the trees,

the jay is weary wary of these hunters he sees.

The dove beside him quietly sings

then darts away on white-tipped wings.

Slowly floating higher with ease,

the dove escapes on the cool morning breeze

For now, lit softly in the early sun's rays

are the timberwolf, the fox, and the jay.