This was for CloudtailGrandmas poetry contest

In silence on the hill's dewy crest
He stands, starlight his pelt
His golden gaze is clear and proud
Upon the hill's dewy crest, he watches

His heart swells with warmth
Of fierce Storm and gentle Stream
Of kits that once tumbled at his paws
His love, like Thunder, splits the sky

Struggle and strife,
Prosperity and peace
Rest upon the Grey Wing
Of a single dove