A creature unknown hides in the hills;

Silent they are in the time that Kills.

I sit on the porch, For I hope the come;

To come closer than most in the cold that numbs.

A howl in the distance lightens my day.

I knew he'd come, to play all day.

Nothing lasts forever.

The sun sinks low,

They whisper a good bye, then trot up the hills,

As I await for their return from where their home lays.

Good bye wolves, I await you.