The Lone Wolf
A lone wolf stalks the
hill
Stepping on crusted snow
Blue and white and still.
A lone wolf stalks the
hill
In the evening chill
Tracking where rabbits go.
A lone wolf stalks the
hill
Stepping on crusted snow.
In the village folks
Huddle around their fires
They all have turned their
locks.
In the village folks
Don’t know the lone wolf
walks
Above them under the
stars.
In the village folks
Huddle around their fires.
Wolf in birch trees -- Collin Bogle
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