Ghost of the Forest

The cold bites your face.
Your body grows numb.
Your lips tremble from the hidden sun.

In the distance,
A phantom of the forest haunts.
With yellow eyes so innocent,
And grey fur so brilliant.

With a blink of an eye,
It vanishes into the snow.
Without a trace of promise.
Soon, the sky around you fades to darkness.

Lying in your bed,
Looking at the never ending sky.
Shocked by the sound howling.
Admiring the lovely chorus,
You listen with wonder.
As you skin starts to tingle within,
The wolves continue to sing their winter hymn.